Tag Archives: death
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Death Mask

One could say I’m little late to the game, given that we are almost nine months on since Covid 19 first swung it’s scythe from East to West, Please follow and like us:

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Paradiso’s Fall-Trailer 2

Another little video feature, in which I talk about death and the art of living. Just some of the motivation for the piece “Whats Dark Within, Illuminate” for the show Paradiso’s Fall, this Saturday at Dark Art Emporium   Please follow and like us:

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A little light egg and skull brunch

” I have of late—wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth” Hamlet-Will Shakespeare   Please follow and like us:

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Greg Escalante

1955-2017 Please follow and like us:

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Mourning Tea

Mourning Tea 11″ x 14″ Acrylic on Canvas Please follow and like us:

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Artifact-Transition-pulling back the veil

Transition-Pulling Back the Veil (2004) 12″ x 16″ Acrylic on Panel Please follow and like us:

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Liberating death from religion

Getting so close with this piece. Please follow and like us:

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Death and Dad

Spent the day reworking Trinity-although the mid section has evolved to appear more extended, and is giving it an extraterrestrial look . I’m not sure how I feel about it, and may need to strip it back. Please follow and like us:

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Trinity study

Title: Trinity Size: 11″ x 14″ Medium: Acrylic on Canvas Please follow and like us:

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The Death of Winter

The Death of Winter

Title: ‘The Death of Winter’ (2009) Size: 15″ x 30″ Medium: Oil on canvas Please follow and like us:

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Winter Progress

There is something 1970’s panoramic about this piece-my mind keeps projecting Hockney, Led Zeps ‘Houses of the Holy’ LP cover, and the backdrops of ‘Watership Down’. Please follow and like us:

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Friday hobbyist

Fridays are my only concession to the mundanity of the working week, which is only ever punctuated in the evenings by occasional ruminations at my easel. Please follow and like us:

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