Hoot and toot laddie. . . you're one iconoclastic, icon bustin', bus ridin', high holy days re-framin', meister artist, I dare say. I believe the ram's horn lead ye ta tha 'aggis, oh aye. That there be one sunburned scorpion found wanderin' onto a platter a' tha oasis what flows wif lemon an' butter. I suspicion the red lad figured 'e'd be safe from bein' eaten in the shadow o' tha shofar. Little did 'e know this be an cosmopolitan restaurant and no a kosher deli. Poor lad. . . pass the shell cracker, lad. This 'aggis is no goin' doon wifout a fight. . .
An the crucifixions. . .very intriguin' use o' posterization. No common wif depictions such as this, where the realism is more tha target. Boot ye got a message woven in, an' that's a fact.
Fine work, laddie. . . Next you'll be doin' a druid dressed as a corporate lawyer, checkin' 'is hendge ta see what time he needs ta be in tha courtroom. . .
Go man go!!!!!!!!!! Always excitin' ta watch yer surveillance o' tha land an yer interpretation. . .
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream