DRAGON’S DINNER

It was one of those hang-overs where you think you’re head’s feeling like a pig shat in it and the humidity was so thick and hot you feel like a dog whose trying to bite his ass off because he’d eaten to many hot peppers. One of those mornings where it feels like you should …

SELF PORTRAIT

I had just crashed my 42nd flying saucer and knew I was out of a job. I really didn’t care all that much so I left the crash site and began walking south. After stumbling for a few hours I came across an oasis in the middle of nowhere. This oasis consisted of a small …

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, …

I DON’T RECALL

Sometimes you just forget what it is that you’re fucking working on, maybe you’re stoned, distracted, sick off your O.C.D., hungover, bleeding, temporally blind, too many pill’s who knows why ? And who really gives a rats ass ? Work comes from strange places and it has strange smells. It comes when you’re unconscious or …

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 …

Throw away Don’t Eat

All doors and doorways are different. Some you know that lead to sanctuary, some are to heavy and horrifying to open, some are more like holes or burrows, an age old crack splitting a giant gutted tree with centuries of foliage blanketed around the entrance. I’ve seen shadows crawl across the metal doors that led …

Angel in Character

I’ve seen ghosts, heard muffled conversations from the dead, experienced the presence of things not seen but it all means very little. Synchronicity, fear and comfort, translating what can be. There’s another side to the world we exist in, you can get close and feel it running through blood. After the funeral of an eighteen …

Impaled Skull

A surreal walk in the park over battle fields with strange flora and insects feeding there pleasure and there stomachs. This is dead ground where nothing should flourish but still does. A haunting can not hold life in atrophy, the two poles are at there best when they meet in perfect balance, then you’ve a …