Death of the Toad God

 

I haven't felt capable of doing anything larger than 210x297mm for a while, but have been lucky enough over the last few days to have time enough to entertain my fingers with heathen Gods and Hoodoo magic, gradually progressing to larger mediums, which is refreshing, after feeling so sick creatively over the last month or so with a backlog of tattoo designs. Woe is me and all that jazz.

Perhaps a clearer image is in order when the sun comes back around.

Heathen Gods

Oh, and something else I'm working on...

I find myself more excited by the thought of toads, and her toady little hands.

Live things

Back into the thick of it, i'm trying to put all the pieces in place at the same time. And I'm not happy with it, looking back to the beginning, I feel I should have made a different choice. Colour - urgh.

Nucleus

At the heart of it all there’s always a bruise, a dark spot, the irrevocable mark of a sadness too deep to cut out, everything else is just an afterthought, a collection of Band-Aids to enswathe the swelling rot, to conceal it all while we desperately search for a cure, and I suppose the aspiration is to amputate the gangrenous limbs and enjoy some semblance of reality before our veins go black with eternal sleep, but under the ubiquitous pressing, ours is a shade without exit. Take a deep breath. End of line.