Man The Smith Bags
Description: Hit the North Hit the North (Hit the North) my Cat says eeeee-ack Hit the North Hit the North Hit the North Ninety-five percent of hayseeds (Hit the North) are corn-pones, guaranteed Hit the North Computers and fashion hotels Cops can't catch criminals But what the heck, they're not too bad, they talk to God Religious Hit the North Hit the North Hit the North Manacled to the city Manacled to the city (hit the North) All estate, all es, all estate agents alive Yell down nights in hysterical breath Those Northern Lights, so pretty Those big big big wide streets Those useless MPs Savages Hit the North Hit the North Hit the North (Manacled to the system) Hit the North
Description: This is one of my biggest paintings. I wanted a painting that looked into the Tardis. Initially, I wanted the Doctor to have his hand out-stretched, beckoning me to join him. But I wondered too much if I was worthy of such adventures. I have struggled with social anxieties a lot and have found it too easy to retreat into myself (and into shows like this). So instead, I had the Doctor look as though he was considering me - Are you ready to follow the Mad Man in the box? Are you willing to conquer the real world? Some day.
