Gargoyle Lookback Acrylic Print
by Uther Pendraggin
Product Details
Gargoyle Lookback acrylic print by Uther Pendraggin. Bring your artwork to life with the stylish lines and added depth of an acrylic print. Your image gets printed directly onto the back of a 1/4" thick sheet of clear acrylic. The high gloss of the acrylic sheet complements the rich colors of any image to produce stunning results. Two different mounting options are available, see below.
Design Details
You see him right?
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3 - 4 business days
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Comments (1)
Artist's Description
You see him right?
Are you sure he can't see you.
About Uther Pendraggin
I am just a guy. . . I may or may not have an eye for pictures. It's not really for me to decide, That's for you to do. . . I will take pictures of things others may see as mundane. Then I dig down into those images to see what is where. The tech does a lot of the work for me, I can't pretend. But the tech doesn't see what I see. . . Buddy of mine (this officially lets him off the hook for this) always tells the story of how when we would walk together as kids he would always be looking up and out and around, meanwhile, I would walk with my neck bent looking down at the ground. The clouds are indeed beautiful. But the world where you are has beauty as well. But you have to find it. . . I don't always live in...
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VIVA Anderson
Ohhh, what a 'scary monster', Uther, and, ohhhhhh how you see!......fv.VIVA
Uther Pendraggin replied:
Scary? I feel empathy for him as he trudges forth. Why? Maybe the edifice he protected didn't need or want his services anymore. Maybe because the people stopped believing in him. It's a forlorn glance back to a time and a place where/ when he knows he can never return. The road before him is long and the trip arduous. Strewn with the remnants of many who have failed in their journey. The far off valley is within sight. His back is bent his arms swing in rhythm as his legs push him never forward. Is he not life? Does he not feel? Shall we not recognize our journey in his? Look back! PLAU, UPD