This past Thursday my friend Justin (Chasing Artwork) hosted an art show at a local restaurant here in Winnipeg. The whole thing was a success and at one point they had so many people there that we needed to lock the doors!
"Goodbye, my brothers…" by Joao Pires
Each brother is shown in turn as the last turtle standing, after the others have fallen in battle.
don’t do that to me
this isn’t fucking cool, ok.
Leonardo took his brothers’ bandannas as keepsakes, presumably during battle.
Raphael whose emotions were closest to the surface turned his emotions inward.
Michelangelo, the least “serious” can’t keep his emotions inside.
Donatello turns his bo staff from a weapon into a shrine to his brothers.
"The sword of Elendil was forged anew by Elvish smiths, and on its blade was traced a device of seven stars set between the crescent Moon and the rayed Sun, and about them was written many runes; for Aragorn, son of Arathorn was going to war upon the marches of Mordor. Very bright was that sword when it was made whole again; the light of the sun shone redly in it, and the light of the moon shone cold, and its edge was hard and keen. And Aragorn gave it a new name and called it Andúril, Flame of the West.”