Sawdust For Brains And The Key Of Wisdom

‘Imagine that you are being watched by some god-like character in a world in which you have no control over your destiny. The conveyer belts of time carry you into a meaningless landscape of preordained events. You are prey to your fears and desires; but these never remain constant, for you change and are not the same person for long. Yes, we are all part of a grand plan and one big machine… if only we had the key to stop the machine…’ – J.W.

A colourful yet sinister mix of painting, puppets, and real people.