Imagine Mark Twain infused with more anger, more impatience, more vicious humor, and (of course) more chemical enhancements than those rendered up by a cigar, and you have ... Hunter S. Thompson, the previous century's last great critic of EVERYTHING.
Zeb Love has interpreted the genius of gonzo writing and his proposed epitaph with an insightful degree of melancholy. Thompson looks not so much tired, as sadly bemused - and there is an ironic poignancy to the visor and it's allusion to Sin City's fear and loathing. Note also the flecks of crimson here and there to remind us that Thompson's exit from this world was a voluntary (indeed, preemptive) one. Perhaps "mortality" is the word hidden behind the pronoun.– Robert del Valle
"Hunter is such an interesting person. Chances are good that you've probably read something of his or heard one of the many stories about his life. So I'll just let this print try to pay tribute to him.
"This print took days of work to complete. It's by far the most elaborate piece I've done. It was a blast. Each print has it's own unique splatters and sprays."
“On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.”
-Hunter S. Thompson