Still shaken from the zombie but finally free of cactus spines, our teapot boards a flight home, hoping for peace in the skies. But as the plane soars above the clouds and he settles in to watch a movie, a new terror emerges... and it hisses.
A darkly comedic painted scene featuring an anthropomorphic antique silver teapot, its once-pristine surface gleaming with cold highlights and mirror-like reflections. The teapot sits bolt upright on a small, round table, its face frozen in silent, existential dreadāwide, unblinking eyes, a quivering ...