An entrance entrancing, drawing you closer. Through shrubs and through thickets, leading the way over mosses and hills of rock bountiful of heather. Trunks of fallen trees, nests and blueberry patches, they are silently leading the way. As a silent voice whispering through the woodland-canopy, the pines are bending. Emerging among fluttering leaves, uncovering naked and torn branches, the dusk leads the way to a meadow. A sanctuary.
Blood, water, milk, india ink and acrylic paint on heavy coarse papers, made in collaboration mainly in the woods that inspired it. A small selection of currently finished works in an expanding collaboration-portfolio for an upcoming exhibition available for galleries. More information is available for those interested.
Ramlord “fixed” me tonight so I guess I should probably share them.
Investigators examine the body of Kurt Cobain, April 8, 1994.
JUST FUCKING LISTEN.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN BUT NOT LIKE YOU KNOW IT
reblog so others can hear it!
Where the hell are the Victorian Goths they should be all over this.