A visualization of the Johnny Cash song, drawn the way a kid would draw it. Flat, bright, cheerful color doing the work of a song about the end of everything.
The pale horse and its rider come through the middle. A legend in the corner counts each cross as a million angels singing. A golden ladder, a trumpet, Death's own wing thrown red across the sky behind him, alpha and omega, a tornado over a dead tree, four beasts on a blue panel saying come and see. The ground says MARCH. A sign points to Potter's ground.
Behind the horse the shoes stamp HELL into the dirt, reversed, the way a print comes off a hoof. The gap between how it looks and what it says is the entire point. Cash sang it like a warning. Painting it like a picture book does not soften it.
43 × 36 in · Oil stick, latex, gouache, acrylic, charcoal and coffee on canvas · 2026
A visualization of the Johnny Cash song, drawn the way a kid would draw it. Flat, bright, cheerful color doing the work of a song about the end of everything.
The pale horse and its rider come through the middle. A legend in the corner counts each cross as a million angels singing. A golden ladder, a trumpet, Death's own wing thrown red across the sky behind him, alpha and omega, a tornado over a dead tree, four beasts on a blue panel saying come and see. The ground says MARCH. A sign points to Potter's ground.
Behind the horse the shoes stamp HELL into the dirt, reversed, the way a print comes off a hoof. The gap between how it looks and what it says is the entire point. Cash sang it like a warning. Painting it like a picture book does not soften it.
43 × 36 in · Oil stick, latex, gouache, acrylic, charcoal and coffee on canvas · 2026
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