210: These Wicked Hands

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Today's fare is mostly image-driven, firstly a three-piece sequence of a familiar cut... almost unrecognizable, or is it? It is part of a piece that we find so breathtaking, but it is only half of a whole, incomplete. We've seen this before didn't we? Is it on the deli counter? Is it in the butcher's shop? But the ardent anatomist will know. Part of a sequence of an on-going larger story, The Mausoleum, the Green Man hunts and finds pleasure in the long, drawn out deconstruction of a woman he romances. He whispers caressing words, brings her to pleasure with promise of a future and meaning, but ultimately, her end will be as provider of a different sort of nourishment, a more direct route. And the pleasure for the Green Man would be immense, the hunt worth while.

Bon appétit!

The second part is a completed colored version of a commission once started long ago, which I plan to re-appropriate to the story of the Cult of the Green Man. As one can see with the hairstyle, you can tell this is an 80's period piece. The 80's. Americana. Barbecues. A birth of a theme of kink that begins with the letter D, one which would one day spawn artists like yours truly.



Finally, here's another sketch to be spring cleaned from my list of incomplete sketches as I start consolidating future works to a more unified projects of stories and commissions. Here's one where the butcher enjoys his profession more than he should.


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