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Michael Godard's hometown gallery Inside Las Vegas' Rio Hotel and Casino on the second level of the Masquerade Village just 2 doors down from the VooDoo Lounge. Michael Godaard art, Scott Jacobs art, BoneDaddy art, Paul Butvila art, Stickman art Stacey Wells art..


Alice Cooper - In My Eye Blood Drops Look Like Roses

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Alice Cooper - In My Eye Blood Drops Look Like Roses

from 500.00

SE Series Edition of 150      $500
24" x 18"
Unframed & ready to hang.

Signed & Numbered Edition of 250     $995
32" x 24"
Unframed & ready to hang.

Artist Proof Edition of 50      $1,895
5-Color Embellished
40" x 30"
Unframed & ready to hang.

- This is a gallery wrapped giclee' on canvas on 1.50" stretcher bars and is ready to hang.
- Call us for framing options if desired.
- Each piece comes with the Certificate of Authenticity and Warranty.
- If ever damaged or stolen, your item may be replaced for the cost of printing if verifiable with your Certificate of Authenticity and a Police or Insurance report.

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Much like Ozzy, Alice Cooper was introduced to me at a very young age and quickly became almost a mythological creature throughout my neighborhood. Long before the internet and social media, word of mouth and school yard stories were the only source of information available to us. Through these stories, the legend of this terrifying man known as Alice Cooper was born. The urban legend-like tales of an Alice Cooper show assaulted my young mind with images of bloody guillotines, electric chairs and severed heads.. His use of horror inspired imagery and over the top theatrics both terrified and intrigued me and often crept into my thoughts as I lay awake at night. In the early nineties, a popular band coined the lyric "there's this fucking band you gotta see, they used to scare the living shit out of me" and every time I heard that lyric my mind drifted back to those impressionable years where Alice Cooper crept into my head late at night and whispered... "welcome to my nightmare".