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 ...

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 ch...

Within the vast mucoid detritus of our lives, lurk the forgotten and the exiled, the denied and the refuted, all the wretched fu...

There seems to be a demonic theme running through my art this month.  Considering the conjunction of Saturn and Mars in Libra on the 15th...

I think at the time I drew this, I was sensing the coming struggles I would undergo with my sarcoidosis.  I felt a great inevitable dark...

We sleep upon the surface of a vast ocean.

At the throne of identity, today wants and tomorrow becomes. In the heat of today, the bricks of tomorrow's foundations are kilne...

No secret can be kept forever. { Sharpie } Apologies to Mike Mignola .

Heart echoing intensity, understanding growing within, full of the fear of becoming, the bride steps forward.

He waits for me at the threshold of rebirth, at the cup of the phoenix. Together, we will shed our skins to discover the truth betw...

The energy of creativity strains to free itself from the blockade of the singular identity, the limiting "I".  The blockage co...

All things become naked in the fullness of observation. The deception of surfaces is pulled away like stage curtains and the interio...

This summer is relentless. The Pluto / Uranus square has taken no prisoners and this heat is scary.  Untenable situations abound, bu...