A mysterious man peers through the bubble wrap of an island-like existence:
An Outsider Artist wipes a glossy brow.
Outside, some things have been on fire.
What this means is that seven paintings in the Post Everything series of ten have been completed and are due to be sent out tomorrow. Would have done it today but the Post Office was closing early for
Obvious Reasons.
Hold on - seize that palette once more young buck! - two more to be painted by a trembling hand and no. 10/10 is yet to be purchased.
By whom? And why? And what. If you would like to be that What, that number ten, that bastion of all that is last-ness and you are safe and warm, you can buy it now. Or in a minute.
SORRY, NOW SOLD
