Acrylics, 30X 40 In , 2011
The hand of society is shoved down the throat of our protagonist. The ghosts of other realms gather near.
Hanging on for the ride. A collective of dark haunting spectres corral the caverns. While our hero is tied tightly
to the blood bath ensuing. But just you wait. Our hero will break free from the chokehold. You'll see. And your labels won't fit one bit. So So society and nobody's bitch.