Drawn on a wall in Buenos Aires, rolled up in 1999, in a lock up, in a container, on a dockside, across the Atlantic, under a bed, on top of a wardrobe, in an attic and unrolled in a garden in 2015. The first time I've seen it for 16 years so I thought I'd publish it here.
Minotaurs are frustrated prisoners of Fate. They didn't ask to be born mutant monsters and be incarcerated in a labyrinth.
Its big so its expensive and a bit battered. Anyone who can afford to frame it can afford to buy it. Open to offers.