The Art of John Hartt

One day before I had a family, I went outside the city and found an egg. It was bigger than a cat, but smaller than a mongrel dog. I gave it a little kick, it cracked and out popped a large insect of sorts. Although it didn’t seem particularly unsavory or threatening I found myself terribly frighted. I turned and ran as fast as I could. As I fled, I turned back only to see him shrug and crawl back into his shell.

10″ x 10″, Oil on panel, available for purchase