SUGAR CANE SKULLS

The skull transcends itself now and into our dark past’s. From the earliest humans to the inquisition (impaled on spear’s) to Shakespeare’s hamlet. They’re on clothing, skate-boards, logo’s, tattoo’s, the day of the dead motif. Some skulls are painted on people in celebration, Some are more macabre, used in rituals and rite’s. The skull is …

WINSTON NEVERMIND

I guess it’s a bit sad but at this point in my life, the only discernible consistency I can find is the presence of monkey’s and telephone’s. I’m a bit sick these day’s (that’s what you call it when your S.S.R.I.’s are fucking and not helping you) and perhaps my imagery keeps me from driving …

LIZARDS

I found them in the closet under some studies I did when I forgot to take my pill’s. They jumped out at me, one took a chunk out of my fucking foot. Scarred ? jesus! Either I’m losing it big time or I’ve got one hell of a fucking lizard problem, man eaters ? Their …

CRASHED AND FUCKED

It’s a real bitch trying to fly one of these, given the fact that it doesn’t actually exist doesn’t lesson that fact. Luckily our pilot has stocked up on space booze and won’t have to be sober for a while. It’s not that he was flying drunk, he’d also stocked up on space hash and …

I CAN’T LEAVE MY APARTMENT

i can’t leave my apartment, jesus fuck, I can’t leave this fucking place. Agoraphobia, sounds harmless enough but I assure you that it isn’t. It comes down to being so depressed that you can’t go out to pick up your anti-depressant medication. Anxiety so physical like a roller coaster ride without the fun. Sometimes you …

THIS HAS NO NAME, THE SOUL WAS REMOVED

This is a garbage can, this is where images come to die, a collection stolen, over used idea’s and inspirations. No blood has been spilled, no lust has been consummated, no dog’s have been hung, the children are happy and free of disease as they see something for the first time. No disruption’s, no breakfast, …

NOT FRIENDLY

I like to collect things real or imaginary. Opposites attract me, for every butterfly there’s a moth, for every skull there’s a flower, for every pipe there’s a……….well, more pipes I suppose. Space-ship’s, telephones, brass pipe’s connected to nothing, word’s, bat’s and of coarse skull’s all coming together on the same page. These mix-matched images …

After the Feast

I’ve never been seduced into the world of the vampire save for my presence at a lot of Goth clubs a long time ago, love the music, hate wearing black. This piece was inspired by another piece quite the same although that one features an Angel in the Vampires’ place. My other muse steams from …