Original artwork description:

I'll grind your bones to make my bread

nourish my garden 'til it's fed

blooming blooms nod in the sun

now your reign is finished,

done.

doves alight, purr in the trees

now my garden can rest and breathe

the water clears, the wind is clean

no more run-off in my stream

less tat

filler

plastic crap

infinite growth

market cap

paper kings with paper hearts

disappear and cheering starts

the boot is burnt by the masses

my garden fed by its ashes .

The forth in my tarot card series has me at my wits end. Sick of watching the world turn to dust at the hands of a few idiots, this illustration was the least I could do.

Materials used:

Acrylic, ink and pencil on 250gsm paper

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