And where there is light...

There is always dark.... in the form of trash art, my Fabien, my experimental monkey with whom I hack into with my photoshop scalpel. Oh, he enjoys it, trust me.

More workshops

And with every image I draw I think of them, young and adventurous in the house it broke his heart to leave. And I think it might break mine too.

From Hollow Vaults below....

If therefore thou by cunning of thine art,

Canst raise this man from hollow vaults below,

Where lies entombed this famous conqueror.

I am studying again... History. Nothing inspires me, ignites some passion in my spirit more than History does, I adore it. Anyway, currently we're looking over Christopher Marlowe... mmm, Marlowe. <3

In re-reading Dr Faustus, I came across this passage...the Emperor asking of our good Doctor to raise Alexander the Great from hollow vaults below. I took the name of this blog from those exact words, hollow vaults... there's something beautiful about it.

I am surprised I forgot so soon where I claimed it from, here's to you Christopher. Died a day before my birth, died in a pub run by an Eleanor Bull.

This onnee

Moar red

Oh decisions why you so hard

Orrrr colour, hmm

It's all got a bit quiet...

But my sketchpad hasn't been... well, maybe for a week or two. Here's a label I've been ...laboring over, for my beautiful Red House. They recently harvested their very own delicious golden honey, and this is going to adorn the jars.