Bugging out
Been locked in the studio for a full six days solid on this one. Please follow and like us:
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:
Aleister (Prima) Crowley & the artists indomitable spirit
8″ x 11″ oil on canvas Please follow and like us:
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:
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:
Speaking in tongues
Here I am, working on the beginning of the end, though still four short of that sum when all said and undone. Please follow and like us:
Building layers of madness
One more pass-I keep telling myself-and this one will be done. Please follow and like us:
Dark intents
A yawning Satyr-a sketch detail from one of the new works, as good a point as any to state the years task ahead, or at least eight short months of it. Please follow and like us:
The Ghost of Vincent.
“The sadness will last forever.” Van Goghs proported final words to Theo Please follow and like us:
Fiddling whilst Rome burns
That’s the new piece propped on my easel, and it strikes me that sometimes, the work I do- for all its predisposition-eerily resounds the now. Please follow and like us:
Conspiracy fever
Amongst the works in progress, I’m realizing there’s a very real path to madness in conspiracy. You begin to seek spurious connections and make irrational equations in everything. Please follow and like us: