A vast desert plain stretches endlessly under a sky streaked with pale pink and ochre clouds. In the center stands a colossal clock, its face drooping and melting over the edge of a broken marble column. Ants swarm across its warped surface, glinting in the harsh sunlight. To the right, a horse with a giraffe like neck wearing a top hat strides toward the horizon, its shadow stretching miles across the sand. A cracked violin lies half-buried in the foreground, strings snapping outward like veins. Painted in the dreamlike surrealist style. A newspaper named the "Artificial Analysis Daily" lies on the Floor.
A still life scene painted oil on canvas, comprising various fruits on a black table cloth with striking lighting coming from the right out of frame, creating strong shadows. A bruised green apple is in the foreground, a peach behind it, and behind that a melange of oranges and bananas in various states of ripeness. Berries are strewn in front of the apple. The artist has signed his name "Artificial Analysis" in the bottom right corner in a hurried fashion.
An impressionistic painting of the mighty steamer the "SS Unsinkable We Really Mean It This Time" on a cloudy but bright London morning about to set out on her maiden voyage. A jubilant crowd is gathered on the dock around the paunchy mayor who is making a speech, gesticulating wildly with his hands. The gangways are busy with well heeled ladies and gentlemen making their way onto the ship. A cheeky cat hangs over the water, clinging to the mooring rope after an ill-fated attempt to climb up. The artist has signed his name "Artificial Analysis" in the bottom corner
