To fully enjoy this you should view it extremely large on black in a barn overlooking a feedlot while it snows outside.
For a fleeting moment the snow fell softly across the back of the bull (sh*t) as he pondered his escape from the dreary Illinois winter.
As an artist who’s primary medium of visual expression (audio for the eyes) is photography I have captured the captive depression expressed by the bull (sh*t) in our languid conversations. The solitary cold and black life he leads is felt in the snow created grave surrounding him in a cape of death. The bars of the gate keep you and I separated from the majestic (tasty) bull (sh*t).
Sometimes art is pretentious because it can be.
