hissing on air as in the inner depths of an archeological dig far from anywhere the golden serpents in their nest amongst the dead king’s burial goods wiggle their way out, flashing their emerald eyes and gnashing their diamonded up fangs . . . the assistant with his trowel and then the head man with his charts and maps . . . no . . . the archeologist’s girlfriend surrounded and entwined and gone in a golden mist . . . the volcano at the other end of the island next . . . an eruption to cause .. . that’ll enliven up the afternoon . . .
my fall series post for today published on my Substack at the link. Around 42 images, more or less, including this fun one from the Dennison archives.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/very-eerie-pre-halloween-art-for-9a2
