Giclee Prints, Paper And Canvas
Matte Prints have image size 14″x18″ on 16″x20″ (41cm x 51 cm) size paper. Hand signed and numbered, 400 Limited Edition.
Canvas Prints have 16″x20″ (41 cm x 51 cm) image size on 20″x24″ size canvas for wrapping. Hand signed and numbered, 25 Limited Edition.
Whole sets of larger 20″x24″ (51cm x 61cm) prints of the twelve Brave New World paintings are also available.
All prints come rolled and shipped in a tube.
Original Painted In Dec. 2018, 20″x24″ (51cm x 61cm) Acrylic On Panel – SOLD to Fred Whitehead, Kansas City KS, USA through the Jones Gallery
I used my influence to have an acclaimed feelie director shoot a parody of John. We gassed The Savage with the highest doses he’d ever taken, so he lost the capacity to retain his convictions. John engaged with so many females the filmmakers lost count. Even Lenina finally got her turn. The motion picture would’ve been so in line with 26th century morality, it not only had potential to save my reputation, it could’ve been nominated Film of The Year.
Upon waking though, The Savage, remembering the drugs or orgies… or Lenina…. or his mother… for some reason hanged himself. John’s was the first suicide in so long, the media forgot the laws forbidding the report. It broke while we were laughing at footage, and I grew sick. I calculated the odds of retaining my position, when the police arrived to deport me. I’d preached against the supernatural my whole life, but never believed in it. Yet as I was led away, I saw ghosts, just as Thomas had described, as real to my eyes as the cinematographers, and I know they were more than just hallucinations.
I try to remember Helmholtz Watson, right before he went to the Falklands, and keep his same attitude. But I was happiest when I ruled the living…not creating artworks from afar… and I fear I will be forever miserable, like Bernard. At least the natives and exiles on the island enjoy my paintings. I can also read and discuss “The Tempest” openly. But unlike Prospero, my jailers are not people who betrayed me, and I won’t be embarking on any glorified karmic justice. My keeper is the ghost of an innocent young man I mistreated, whom I can never ask for for-giveness, and will haunt me from beyond the ocean’s horizon line until the day I die.