“11” x 14″ | Ballpoint pen on paper.
This one grew out of an autonomous drawing session using simple biro’s bought from Target. Looking at it, I suppose it could be a kind of homage to my tenth wedding anniversary which was this week. Why would anyone I wonder, want to hitch their wagon to an artist-after all, it’s a path often paved with obsessive madness and ever impending penury? Perhaps because as Dante remarked “They yearn for what they fear for.”
There’s some of Dante or at least Dore in this one-a sort of Inferno plate from an alternative universe, except with death and the maiden ascending from turbulent alleyways filled with malformed mutants.
Nothing like being married to an artist at all.