Sobaloopsian Father & Sonby Will Santino
Collect your choice of gallery quality Giclée, or fine art prints custom trimmed by hand in a variety of sizes with a white border for framing.
ABOUT THE ART
The day my father took me to the Cliffs of Untzabel to watch the Turtleship pass. I was seven. I think I remember it clearly, but my memory may have been since colored by the books i've read on the Royal Testudine Armada. It was a beautiful night. The sails were filled with that warm dessert wind, and the many constellations reflected off of the black eyes of the Turtle. I remember those eyes the most. They say the Testudine Pilot-Generals sit in a cerebral cock-pit, in conversation with the turtle. But I saw sadness. Sadness like the sadness in the eyes of a caged animal. Those great black onyx cabochons held centuries of suffering. I was only seven.