Mourning Star

“Hallelujah noel be it heaven or hell
The christmas we get we deserve”

Greg Lake-I believe in Father Christmas

9″ x 14″ | Biro on paper

It’s that time again, my annual antidote to the Hallmark season of kitsch platitude-although it’s arguable that this year has been one big antidote and fuck you to good will.

So on this first day of the Winter solstice, as an ode to this annus horribilis, this little biro drawing is a constellation of doom and misfortune, grief and ill omen-a flaming tear in the revolving cosmos, more a star of bedlam than Bethlehem.

Regardless, it remains with me to wish everyone, a most blessed and harmonious Saturnalia. It may be our last.

Sláinte-David

Necromancers shroud

“11” x 14″ | Ballpoint pen on paper.

This one grew out of an autonomous drawing session using simple biro’s bought from Target. Looking at it, I suppose it could be a kind of homage to my tenth wedding anniversary which was this week. Why would anyone I wonder, want to hitch their wagon to an artist-after all, it’s a path often paved with obsessive madness and ever impending penury? Perhaps because as Dante remarked  “They yearn for what they fear for.”

There’s some of Dante or at least Dore in this one-a sort of Inferno plate from an alternative universe, except with death and the maiden ascending from turbulent alleyways filled with malformed mutants.

Nothing like being married to an artist at all.