i've not shown any my art on here, have i...? apologies, i'm not likely to show mUch, bUt... i am rather proUd of this piece. it's rather personal, so... be nice, please!! constrUctive criticism only!!! XU when i was alive, i was sUrroUnded on all sides by these... enormoUs, garish statUes. a choppy rendition of flowing robes, a spiked crown, a torch held high, a book held close. there was one to the east that, one morning a cycle, woUld be framed in perfect silhoUette by the sUn. i always had a lot of thoUghts aboUt those statUes. who were they? what was in their books? did they write them, or merely read? was their torch one of destrUction, warmth, or illUmination? were they watching Us? why? was it oUt of protection, voyeUrism, or malice? this piece is called LIBERTE.
