Death plays the lute: original print

In every image there is something of the hand that made it, that reflects the reliquary of things sacred to the artist. Mine houses trickster archetypes and folk tales, extinct and disappearing creatures, fringe-dwellers and psychopomps, Bosch panels and Goya etchings. Museums of the obscure and wunderkammers; also ordinary things like brooms (the bristling, handmade variety), and turkeys (although partial to the fire-breathing sort). Most of all, I cherish those innocuous, everyday tasks that probe the fragile border between the wild and the domestic. Scattering grain to the chooks, while the raptor inside them watches you with beady-eyed appraisal, considering violence. Grieving the surprised, sad-mouthed fish as you reduce the twinkling matrix of its scales to kitchen mess. I wonder about the inverse of that balance, too: in what domestic comforts frightening, chaotic forces might seek refuge. I like to think even the grim reaper takes some downtime for his hobbies.

These channelled images are a way of exploring all these simultaneous tensions that I find unavoidable, sticky, and interesting. This first batch of prints has evolved over the course of a year as I’ve navigated the challenges of printing: also unavoidable, sticky, and interesting. 

Prints are crafted with archival ink on acid-free, quality papers such as Arches, Strathmore and Fabriano, and posted in a flat mailer or rolled in a tube, depending on size.

I recommend archival, acid-free framing materials. Befriend your local framer, or hit me up for cheap alternatives to, ahem, 'sustainable timber.'

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