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From Roger Clay Palmer
Roger Clay Palmer





God’s eye balls fell to Earth. God fumbled through the universe growing new eyes. They were old and tired and not much smarter than a mouse, but they could see the marrow inside the smallest spiritual bone.
Pigments on rag, 28 × 36 inches (71.1 × 91.4 cm), 2014




There was a time of day when the bulls and I got real bad ideas at exactly the same time.
Pigments on rag, 20 × 26 inches (50.8 × 66 cm), 2018




No matter how hard he tried, when next to her, his inner beast just seemed a little dim.
Pigments on rag, 22 × 30 inches (55.9 × 76.2 cm), 2016




Shit hit the fan so often the fan had a place at table.
Pigments on rag, 26 × 20 inches (66 × 50.8 cm), 2019




Pensive racist
Pigments on rag, 13 × 10 inches (33 × 25.4 cm), 2010




Confusion one second before mindless rage.
Pigments on rag, 13 × 10 inches (33 × 25.4 cm), 2010




Crispy cowboy, crispy sheep, and crispy Little Bo Peep begin to believe in global warming.
Pigments on rag, 22 × 30 inches (55.9 × 76.2 cm), 2016




The two headed woman knew one head would die first so they both learned the art of ventriloquism early.
Pigments on rag, 22 × 30 inches (55.9 × 76.2 cm), 2019




It was too high a cow for the milk of human kindness.
Pigments on rag, 13 × 9 inches (33 × 22.9 cm), 2020




Camping on the edge of the great big eye.
Pigments on rag, 22 × 30 inches (55.9 × 76.2 cm), 2016




The road to nowhere is not always an ugly hike.
Pigments on rag, 22 × 30 inches (55.9 × 76.2 cm), 2020

All artworks copyright Roger Clay Palmer, forthcoming in Roger Clay Palmer by KMEC Books.

New York- and Florida-based artist Roger Clay Palmer (born 1947) has been painting, drawing, and writing for over 50 years.

Read Roger Clay Palmer interviewed by Jake Brodsky.

Mark



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