A snail on a winding desert road with no end in sight. Going slow. Going nowhere. Probably not the move.
Hand-carved and printed on warm white paper in black ink — a print about the particular discomfort of recognizing yourself in something that really should pick up the pace, pick a new destination, or find a better path for themselves. For anyone who has ever looked at their life and thought: we might be the snail.
Signed and numbered. Limited edition of 7. Printed by hand in my California studio.
5.5" x 6.5" paper | 2.5" x 3" print | Black ink on warm white paper | Signed | Limited Edition of 7