Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Mayor of Space

The Mayor of Space
We don’t know how he kept the universe stable. The aliens and Vikings trembled at his firey hand. Some say a woman was his undoing. He left his hot-dogs uneaten and went out an airlock without a helmet. It was two weeks before anyone noticed he was gone.And then all hell started breaking loose.

Pen on Paper, 8.5x11
From the personal collection of J. Mead

I made a Blurb Book!

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