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Death Rattle

“We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws.” Ovid Please follow and like us:

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Climbing trees.

This was a week ago, so I’m further along. Please follow and like us:

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Bugging out

Been locked in the studio for a full six days solid on this one. Please follow and like us:

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Tending the garden

This is me, applying the final flourishes to a piece that may turn out to be called “Infernal Pitts shall never hold celestial spirits in bondage”, which of course is a couplet from Paradise Lost, but may end up being called ‘spirits unbound’ because it’s far easier to remember at my age. Please follow and like […]

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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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Something Witchy

The death of Manson

You know, a long time ago being crazy meant something. Nowadays everybody’s crazy. Charles Manson Please follow and like us:

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The Grieving

18″ x 24″ Oil on canvas $1,800 Please follow and like us:

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Cave Painting

This one arrived via some caves in Oregon, on a recent road trip which weaved from San Diego to Seattle. Please follow and like us:

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Greg Escalante

1955-2017 Please follow and like us:

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Riding a dark horse.

Back in the saddle on this one then.  Pushing my charge to the finish line while I manifest the next series.  Please follow and like us:

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The Devil Tarot

The Devil Tarot

Currently on my easel, is a commissioned work that will eventually be part of a Tarot deck, comprising 78 artists from around the globe. Please follow and like us:

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Up to the cieling. Down to the floor

Here I am like Virgil in Hades, walking on tinder’s whilst feeling the heat ,still a mad dog and an Englishman staying out of the midday sun whilst pushing to forge my day in it. Please follow and like us:

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