Sennelier Dry Pigment – Caput Mortuum When I die take my worthless remains my after-state shell lay me in the sun until I become leather and my capillaries solidify. Sell my body to a maker of pigments let them grind my Death’s Head combine me with pitch and myrrh put me in a tube and sell my soul to an Artist where I want to become a strand of hair a thin shadow over a shoulder blade or a slight...
