The Castration of Agdistis

'On one occasion Zeus unwittingly begot by the Earth a superhuman being which was at once man and woman, and was called Agdistis. The gods dreaded it and unmanned it, and from its severed aidoia there grew up an almond-tree'.

An unfortunately contradictory and misconceived creature, left to amateur hands to derogate and disect, and once you've cut it all away we can never touch the stars again.

Come closer, creature

Things have been obtuse, and i've been having these crazy dreams.

I'm almost there, my neck is killing me.

Creatures of old

 Just a couple of things I'm currently working on, I would like to be able to promise a proper progress report but once I've begun painting I just feel so swept up by the bleeding watercolour madness of it all that the tides carry me further out to sea and I don't know where I'll make port until the voyage is through. It's exciting though. I am very excited.

I'm quite a ridiculous thing really, such silly little fantasies of old Gods and flesh eating cannibals.

Agdistis

Wendigo

Sometimes I wish I'd existed when the world was new, rather than the blinding light of the present, when everything was untarnished by what we think we know of ourselves today. Ho hum.

Black Cat Bone

Swallowed deep into the opalescence of the shade, a constant state of midnight veils the world in milky resplendence and static calm, and I am a myth, something old and forgettable, unnoticed and obscured, with Black Cat bone in hand, and Edelweiss in hair, I fade into the azure sea of nebula and everlasting sleep.

And so, it's taken me around four days but I feel comfortable breathing again now. I'm not sure if this is really what I expected but then, things rarely are. It's just a miracle that I didn't immediately hate it the moment I rested my brush. I think I originally thought she'd be more silvery, like a spider web or something, but as usual, I felt totally and utterly overcome by stars, and how fucking insignificant I am.

Psilocybin

Because there are whales in the sea who's teeth are made from 40% plastic and the man with the many teeth stole the lid from my pelvis.

Made of Eyes

The Psilocybin crush...

Shadow puppets

I have some creatures made of eyes, shapeless forms, like shadows that wax and wane with the light, peeking, keening, curious and delicate, and choked with wet hair and necklaces made of bone and baby teeth. Ghosts that stretch across the plenum, as I feel I've been, stretched, and loose to sway with the unfathomable black in the fungal decay of rotting bark.

 I find that lately, I only draw the things that frighten me.