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This new body of work is based on a personal mythology.  I’ve taken in my knowledge of Christian, Hindu, Japanese, and Tibetan Buddhist imagery to  create these Gods and Goddess of the things, ideas, and emotions that pertain to myself.  It is a way to release my emotions and ideas through cryptic messaging.  So far the myth is based around art, sex, and death.  This comes from reviewing my writings from the past and now.  These themes consistently show up.

Death is the oldest of the three.  She holds the heart of the arbiter (myself).  She walks through a red door entering our world not as an agent, but as an observer.  She has appeared in many of my pieces before.

Second is Sex.  She is has one eye and this distorts her vision and those she encounters.  She wears a fox mask. Though she lacks vision she is quick witted, sly, and elusive.  The crow she carries is a gift from death.  It i believed that the moment of climax the body is in a state of full release much similar to death.  The crow is gives the vision to those who reach this state.  This gift of vision is a replacement for her missing eye.

Lastly there is Art.  She is the sister to death.  Death and art in in a struggle for the attention of the Arbiter.  In her jealousy, Death stole the heart of the Arbiter.  As a hit against her sister, Art has given new life to the Arbiter in the form of Ego.  This character represents the immortal soul. His large hands are used to create and destroy. Immortality is essentially the long standing gift of art.  Those who have passed on are still remembered through their work.  She gives life to meaningless things.

There are a few characters still in development.  One is Knowledge, a cursed soul forced to carry around the knowledge of the universe, yet unable to see it and speak of it himself.

I’m also bringing back the Imps from a previous series of work.  These are the seven deadly sins of biblical reference.

The story and symbols are even more elaborate, but I have to keep a few secrets to myself.  (I was told that once.)