Witch's Sabbat, Francisco Goya.  La Quinta de Sordo.  Oil on plaster, transferred to canvas.  El Prado, Madrid. The Thing From Another World.  1951, d. Howard Hawks. Elsa Lanchester, Bride of Frankenstein. d. James Whale In the weeks and hours leading up to Halloween back in my boyhood the television stations would run hours of great old horror movies.  Even the bad ones I loved and still do.  We would have lots of this: Vincent Price, The Last Man on Earth.  This is a nightmare scene where he brings his wife's body to the always burning pit.   Mediocre but stylish, Italian-wise. Then: The Haunting, 1963.  This is the most terrifying scene ever filmed.  I saw this in Richardson, Tx, c. 1966.  Whoa! Vampyre, 1932.  Growing up around Dallas I was fortunate as the local PBS station, Channel 13, was one of the more forward and innovative stations in the US.  They were the first to regularly air Mo

I love dancing. 

      A blustery day here on the coast.  Very nice for a change, I wore my leather Turkish jacket to the coffee shop and finished this.   And yes, I am in a rut, thanks ever so much.       At the age of three, I refused all toys except a rifle, a drum, and a model helicopter.  At eighteen, I designed a hand grenade that killed 38 Eurasian  prisoners at a single burst.  I had no interests outside the principles of Ingsoc, and the complete and final elimination of Thought Criminals.  I denounced my parents during grade school for Thought Crime.  At the age of twenty three, while flying dispatches across the Indian ocean I was attacked by Eastasian fighter jets.  Weighting myself down with a machine gun, I jumped from my helicopter.  An end, one should realize, to be envied! Order of Conspicuous Merit, 2cnd Class.

The infamous grain silo.    This is Pearl, the most successful living dog on the fight circuit, often preferred over dead lions! Where the slaughter took place.  The buildings are from the 1970's and have replaced the originals. The little guy with the big sound!

I lust for real power!      Leaving social media, Google +, has been a real shocker for me.  I was getting over one hundred thousand views a month and this was very gratifying.  Not all of it was my artwork, I was on a couple of Dark Art sites where I would post other artist's pictures. Also I was on a Rockabilly site or two, but mostly I was putting up my own artwork, such as it is.      And catching hell for it.  Lots of folk put up their art and I did not see any of them spark the abuse that I was getting. My guess is that my style irritates those raised on computer aided art.  I grew up on hand drawn comics and learned to appreciate ability at a very early age.  I can remember talking about Jack Kirby in 1965, although I did not know his name.      Many of my pics illustrate historical events, small those may be.  Others were just drawings done for my own amusement, mainly of the vanity of my character Billy, a feckless rabbit with delusions of superiority.  Yet this

...But midst the Tide, two angel forms were seen to glide. Rockport, 2013