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The Art of W.K. Garnett II. You may already know this talented, handsome,
debonair madcap about town, seen in countless bars on endless soiree's. But
here, his introduction is unnecessary, for the works of this magnificent artist
speak for themselves. Indulge and enjoy the exceptional, amazing and uniquely
surrealistic Art of W.K. Garnett II.
Enter of your own accord. What you are about to experience are works that
cross the line between the light and the dark.
“Gently they stir, gently rise
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged limbs and wet souls
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
I called you up to anoint the earth
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
I called you to wish you well
To glory in self like a new monster
And now I call on you to pray”
Jim Morrison
debonair madcap about town, seen in countless bars on endless soiree's. But
here, his introduction is unnecessary, for the works of this magnificent artist
speak for themselves. Indulge and enjoy the exceptional, amazing and uniquely
surrealistic Art of W.K. Garnett II.
Enter of your own accord. What you are about to experience are works that
cross the line between the light and the dark.
“Gently they stir, gently rise
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged limbs and wet souls
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
I called you up to anoint the earth
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
I called you to wish you well
To glory in self like a new monster
And now I call on you to pray”
Jim Morrison
