James Rawson’s artwork found no inspiration in the ordinarily beautiful Norfolk countryside he grew up in; instead he turned to the advertisement-saturated landscape of popular culture to feed his artistic drive.
Oh my Zod...... Ima start dying of feels in about 3-2-1 yep there we go. In all truthfulness though I can actually imagine him doing this. He's always so sweet to ppl and stuff. Maybe one day one of the kids parents dies, and that night the kid tearfully tells imaginary Superman about it. The next day he shows up at the kids house and visits every week for years.