Fighting the King’s Son
Oil & Oil Pastel on Paper.
Size: 50 W x 70 H cm
…Before we sank, the natives of this planet turned up and arrested us, trapping me in a blue force field. The planet’s king was mad at us for chopping his trees, but I hadn’t chopped any; it was our classmates. I told him that in these situations, my father taught me that they were resolved by trial by combat.