Friday, August 31, 2012

Disturbance at the Gate

Things never stay dead.

Just when you think you've buried all the corpses of your issues and marked all the tombstones, you turn to find gnarled decaying fingers breaking the soil.  Sometimes it feels like it would just be easier to let the bastards eat me instead of fighting them back into the dirt again and again.  After rebirth fifteen I really stop seeing the point.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

From The Sketchbook Archives: The Gate

This was a sketch done the same time as He Who Bears the Fury.  This became a finished painting as well.  After a botched attempt at changing the main colors of the painting, in frustration I painted over the entire piece.  This sketch is all that remains.

Monday, August 27, 2012

At the Bottom of Everything

Within the vast mucoid detritus of our lives,
lurk the forgotten and the exiled,
the denied and the refuted,
all the wretched furies never given voice or form.
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