When I was a little kid, my parents put this print of a Margaret Keane painting up in my room. I never really thought much about it, except that it kind of creeped me out. No, it *really* creeped me out. Those eyes... oh man, I can't even begin to imagine how this image has warped my personality! I think this might still exist in my parents' garage back in SoCal. I think it had a bamboo frame too.