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- Artists
- Pardee, Alex
 - Edition Details
| Year: | 2009 | | Class: | Original Art | | Status: | Official | | Run: | 1 | | Technique: | Original Mixed Media | | Paper: | Clayboard | | Size: | 16 X 20 | | Markings: | Signed |
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From Alex:
This print was part of Alex's "Letters from Digested Children" Show at Upperplayground's Fifty24SF Gallery, which featured actual letters written by the children who have been eaten and are living in the stomachs of these monsters. Below is the "Police Report" statement regarding Veronica Pickles, the child trapped in this monster.
As told by Veronica’s neighbor, Lucille McHenry: "All of the kids used to go there, none of us parents really saw the problem with it. Hell, most of us even went there when we were kids. Of course no one was worshipping Satan, or giving kids cigarettes back then either! Regardless, we all hung out there since it was so close to our houses. It’s right behind MY backyard. The kids now call it Greyskull, because I guess it looks like some He-Man castle or something, but we always knew it as The Mouth. We never really questioned why it looked like that, though, we just figured Mother Nature had made a cool rock formation that looked like a scary face. Well, the word on the street is that The Mouth has been making some weird noises lately. Us parents discussed it, and little Sammy’s dad even went to check it out, and he’s a security guard for the Starbucks over by Admiral Lane, he’s not scared of anything! He did hear the noises though. He said it just sounded like some kind of raccoon or something must have crawled in there and got stuck and was singing its death rattle. We told the kids not to go back there for a while, until Mother Nature got rid of that raccoon. But last night, I heard some footsteps while I was downstairs taking my third pee of the night. I have been drinking a lot of Gatorade lately because the doctor said that being hydrated will help my love life. But anyway, I looked outside and I swear I saw little Veronica sneaking through my juniper bushes, but I quickly brushed it off ‘cause I had just woken up and I might have been still kinda dreaming. But about 5:30 AM I woke up again, but not by my bladder. The loudest rumbling was coming from behind my fence, where The Mouth is. The ground shook like Michael J Fox and I nearly fell to the linoleum. When the noise and the shaking ceased, I went outside. My fence was destroyed. My junipers were ripped out of the ground. And the strangest thing…The Mouth was gone. And not only was it gone, but there must have been a 30 foot deep hole where it had been. Now who would go and dig up an entire rock formation like that in one night? I hope Veronica’s ok. But I have a bad feeling that she’s not.”
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