The Predator is one of the roughest customers to hit the guerrilla warfare scene, since the Vietcong. With his trippy camouflage, atomic shoulder cannon and various serrated blade devices, it's no surprise this guy cleans up in the hunting trophy department. And nothing says "home sweet home" quite like a collection of skulls mounted over the mantle. Or in this guy's case, in a secret compartment just aft of the sleeping quarters in his funky space cruiser.
9 x 12" / mixed media on recycled bristol board
$200 (plus $5 for shipping in the US, $15 for international)
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