Bodhairim and the Lurking Evil
The subconscious is a odd thing. Once I produced a group of what I thought were random images of Portland on assignment for an artists’ group that I belong to. When I put… Continue reading
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Bugbear
This is the third in a chain of four small abstract series, following Murderess and Hoar; something green after all the blood and ice. Bugbear Who doesn’t love the purple flower in… Continue reading