The last time we saw our dear jester he was wasting away fr all the town to see. As each hot day turned to cold night his hatred for the one who wronged him bubbled and festered. Overwhelmed by his desire for revenge, he couldn’t help but dream about the horrors he would love to put his oppressor through. Some nights he dreamed of judging him for his crimes and sentencing him to be devoured and digested in a dark pit of squiggling worms. Other nights he would dream of the prince being torn to shreads by all sorts of bell jingling beasts and demonic manifestations of his rage. Sometimes he would dream of the simple pleasures of torturing the prince like he were a bird in a cage, or just ripping him limb from limb.
What he didn’t know was that even though the prince would never show it, he felt guilty about the way he had treated his once sane jester. Every night the Jester dreamed of torture and chaos, the Prince would share that dream and experience everything he was put through, down to the smallest tooth, and the slightest burn.

Expressive
Black and White
Cubism
Assemblage/Collage



































