The cup that wakes is a cup of tea, and the cup that shakes is coffee. I love the taste but don't really like the trembling, hyper-ventilating sense of gloom that spreads slowly upwards. But it is a nice, dark liquid when it has its gloves off. I painted eleven for an exhibition a few years ago. I called it Elevenses. Natch. I sold them all, but remembered to scan them, so they're still available as 30cm square prints.
Printed on heavy 315gsm etching paper. Open (unlimited) Edition. Signed by the artist.