A leering moon hovers above the cliff edge. Death, transported on dank thermals of fetid expirations from the orgiastic congregation below, looks longingly up at her naked surprise. There were no stars that night… only an ugly curling mist that rose in a column like a huge, deformed spectral penis made of entwined limbs and viscous discharge.

All items are shipped in standard frames. All ink drawings are sold as signed, limited editions of 23 Innova fine art 210 gsm Giclée prints. Original ink drawings and commissions available on request.