Bargained Relief from the Redundant Conundrums

I feel like this particular drawing might need a bit of clarification, considering the responses I received at my recent art opening. Many people found it unnerving and depressing. This piece, like many of my drawings, is based on imagery from a dream. As the broken, despairing individual wanders a foggy, desolate landscape, his only recompense is his symbiotic partner: the creature on his back is living off of his organic fluids, his humor, if you will; in exchange, he takes the woes of his host and collects them in the bulb at the tip of his tail. He also whispers words of encouragement and succor as they navigate the wasted landscape.

Tuffelough House, At Odds

As anyone who has seen my art knows, I am mildly obsessed with pastoral landscapes with surreal aberrations. Here we have another: a dilapidated farmhouse sits in a rolling prairie. Gargantuan behemoths of undefinable origin lumber, possibly migrating, in the same direction, paying no heed to the house. In this scenario, it is the house which is the anomaly; it appears completely out of context, as if dropped there from another place and time...

"What We Saw in the Woods"

This drawing was not based upon a dream, but came to me after spending an evening in the forest alone, during a gibbous, waxing moon. It was a pleasant visit to the woods, but the walk home became quite eerie, and the feeling of being an interloper was intense. Once home and in bed, I was plagued (or blessed) with the impressions of nymphs, fauns, dryads, all collating into the definitive primal Woods-Witch. Ceremoniously painted, feminine, predatory, beautiful, and feral all at once. I jumped out of bed before sleep could take her from me and jotted a quick sketch; that sketch was barely changed at all from the final drawing.