Black Orchids

Women and concrete, women and concrete...right, it's a theme of mine. This is one of my favorite paintings, the classic pin-up pose on an irritable punk, the grungy walls vs the flowing tattoo...etc. The grafitti scrawled 'cross the walls is all from "Gems of the Equinox" by Aleister Crowley, which makes me sound much darker and more brooding than I am, but the simple fact was that I'd already written "Ursula wuz here" about fifty times and was thrashing about for something a little more interesting, and whatever else you may think about Crowley, phrases like "And there shall be no more red roses, but only white, for she has poured the blood of all living things into her cup," make really killer incoherent grafitti.

This was Painter, Photoshop, and some pencil sketching.