Due to some recent bad news, I feel myself spiraling into depression. The only solution for such is to create. For me, misery has always led to art. So here is my canvas scavenged from my sister, missing it's guts and one foot. It is a beautiful blank slate upon which I can pour my sorrow.
It is solid wood and weighs a ton. I have decided that it will be a spider clock - not gory or bloody as some have suggested.