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Mixed Media on wood, ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

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Train soaring high twenty-thousand feet through the cold Swabian night air, snow-covered villages far, far below, their lights sparkling like flickering festival lights. Yet ghastly wood wagons, Indian Red, idle at the station mere metres away from where I sit, the drawn faces of the condemned human herd within staring back through barbed wire straddled slots, empty-eyed, malnourished, en route to their ends. Desperate, yet heading in opposite directions, opposite centuries I can do nothing.I pity them. They have no words, only cloudy-eyed stares. I reach out to touch them but my fingers hit cold glass.
Follow Jim Knopf. Follow the signs. The pretty Swiss girl on page two said something. The newspaper's page I turn; listen to her speak out of that black and white print. Lips moving, her arm beckons. She comes to life in colors not possible. Listen to her; listen and go where she says and you'll find what you need, up the mountain peak so high no matter how cold it gets. Go Adam. Follow the signs. Get off here and get on there. On this train. Off that one. A face that pretty I don’t question her commands, only follow them. Where she will lead me is anybody’s guess but I don’t care. Not any more. What I care about is this dude sitting across from me. The suit sitting my opposite chair. He's a hitter. A hitman. Staring right at me he's got me cold. Was he there before I sat down? Or did he come after? People around me are moving away. Disaster it seems is the rule of this night. Inside his black coat he's reaching for something. I see it. A glimmer of black steel. I look at my ticket. GUILTY it says and the sentence is death. Approach the train guard slowly I ask if it's true. Not at all he says but I can’t believe it. Got to be moving. The next station get off as I do as I’m told. Just like the lady keeps saying. Follow the signs through the forest and up the mountain side. Up there somewhere in that dark mountain I will find Mr Knopf, whoever the hell he is. Freezing cold and it’s raining I’m wet as a mop. Time has evaporated like an open jar of petrol. And just as I think it's all over I recoil in horror, horror as the black rag on the floor next to my bag comes to life. It's a crow surely not! But it is. Cawing at me I do fall off the chair, watching afraid as it dances around mocking me. It can't be true, it can't... Getting up I run, and run, and run.
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acrylic, ink, pencil on wood

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#psychedelic, #fantasy, #subconsciousness, #sleep deprivation, #Hallucinogenic, #Tripping, #good trip, #LSD, #yellow, #dark blue

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