John Milton — Characters

Painterly brass compass resting on a torn curling red ribbon against a dark crimson surface. — Original artwork

A woman's shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she's alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man's land in that battle between the mind and the body.

John Milton

An empty gold birdcage has its door open while a pale feather drifts beside it against a deep red background. — Original artwork

Freedom baby is never having to say you are sorry.

John Milton

An open burlap sack and loose terracotta bricks sit beside a red work glove. — Original artwork

Guilt is just a bag of fuckin' bricks. All ya gotta do is set it down.

John Milton

Painterly loose marionette strings hanging from a wooden crossbar before red stage curtains. — Original artwork

I only set the stage. You pull your own strings.

John Milton

A hand mirror reflecting a pink rose stands above a shallow peach dish with petals and a trailing pink ribbon. — Original artwork

Self love, the all natural opiate.

John Milton

Five brass megaphones point in different directions from a small wall shelf. — Original artwork

The worst vice is advice.

John Milton

A cracked ornate hand mirror leans against old books beside pale cloth and dried flowers. — Original artwork

Vanity, definitely my favorite sin.

John Milton

Painterly black eye mask resting on a pile of antique coins on dark wood. — Original artwork

Who in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny that the twentieth century was mine, all of it Kevin, all of it mine?

John Milton