This cemetery was made for a dear friend. He was complaining one day about how his ideas kept getting shot down, and how he needed a cemetery where they could all go to die. I obliged him. We thought it would be funny to have some zombie hands breaking up out of the ground for the ideas he resurrects, but we haven’t gotten around to it…yet. Approx. 21”x17”.
- 1950’s New York Fruit Cart