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A demon stands behind a man and plucks a glowing ball from the back of his split head. Tendrils of hair wind into the picture from a girl outside the frame. The man gazes at her, expressionless.
A girl with a beautiful face gazes at you with an apprehensive expression. Her red hair radiates from her head in long sinuous tendrils. She wears a colorful harlequin leotard. Something is glowing from inside her split head, toward which the demon behind her stretches a long, lascivious tongue. A Persian carpet lies on the floor.
You look out through an open door to a warm summer storm raging outside. The window is also open, and the curtains are blowing. A trail of wet clothes lies in puddles on the floor. An open book lies on the bed, and a steaming mug awaits you on the nightstand. You are ready to enjoy your shelter from the storm.
Colorful hot air balloons drift over a green landscape as the storm clouds part to admit the brilliant sunlight. A gnarled oak tree is silhouetted in the foreground.
Colorful hot air balloons drift through a canyon-like cloudscape. It is late afternoon, and when we look down, there is a river below us surrounded by green fields.
A wine goblet sits on a candlelit table. A fairy, who has had a bit too much to drink already, struggles to climb back into the goblet. One set of wings droops at her side and a flower wreath sits askew on her head. One leg is thrown carelessly over the rim. She is disheveled and her dress is falling off, and she laughs as she bravely tries to recover.
I stand at my easel and look at you from over the top of my reading glasses.
Two horses fly pell-mell from the fiery red smoke toward you. Their faces are terror-stricken. Burning rain drops fall all around you. You throw up a blue arm to try to protect yourself.
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The Lady at Her Broken Piano
The Karen Sergeant
Teacup
We Just Don't Have Anything in Common Anymore
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It's a Beautiful Morning
Waiting for a Wave
Sunrise on the Moei
The Best Looking Horse in the Glue Factory
Scylla and Charybdis
Scorpio
Red Creek Laundromat
The artist's wife sits across the table holding a cut-glass bow full of floating gardenias. The table has been cleared. Only two goblets of wine remain. The table is lit by candles on one side; on the other are rows of liquor and liqueur bottles. There are two fairies. One scatters fairy dust on the artist's wife. The other is a bit tipsy, and is entertaining the artist with her struggles to climb into the wine goblet.
Beautiful green eyes peek out above a soft velvet scarf the color of dark garnets. We are on La Place de la Concorde in Paris on a grey day. The obelisk is in the near background and we are standing next to one of the famous fountains. Except that coiled around the figures on the fountain is a gilded python, gazing at us with a disturbingly life-like stare.
Still Life, Janis Joplin
Snuff and Whiskey
We are looking over the bay toward the Santa Cruz Boardwalk. The roller coaster, Ferris wheel, and other rides are brilliantly lit. The towering clouds above are refulgent in the bright white light of the full moon. We are standing on a cliff with the breaking surf below. The wharf stretches across our view. A surfer has caught a wave, and another walks on the beach. A sailboat is just in front of the wharf.
A nude man and woman are in a Disneyesque forest. They are behind a table holding a silver bowl spilling over with grapes and a jeweled chalice. The man is offering a glowing orb to her; she is skeptical. A deer, bunny, squirrel, and other animals look on. Creatures are climbing up to the scene from below. The one at the top looks benign-- the others, not so much. A star shines in the blue-black distance. As we pull back our gaze, we see that the whole scene is taking place inside of a viper's mouth.
There is a bottomless subterranean abyss. Water drips down the rock. It is cold. Far down the hole can be seen figures struggling to climb up the sides. In the foreground is a naked man clutching the rock with his straining fingers. He has almost made it out of the abyss and into the light streaming in from tunnels at the back. Some of the figures in the hole lie crumpled and lifeless. Not everyone makes it back out alive.
The words that every husband dreads to hear. In the foreground is Munch's figure from The Scream. Behind him, Nurse Ratched is laying out a set of medieval looking surgical instruments.
Some fun-loving Holsteins dangle below hot air balloons on a group outing
You are at Ralf Stuttgen's guest house in the hills above Wewak, Papua New Guinea. The full moon has risen over the island just off the coast. The man in the moon has facial markings like a Sepik River carving. Wewak is in the distance to the right, and a lone tree and the glow from a spirit house are below you.
A man's flayed body is tied to a stake. His naked brain floats above the body, along with his ears, his eyes, and his nose. He retains only his passive senses, not his active faculties. Around him are five women, flaunting themselves in front of them. Three are leashed to men in the lower left. One is leashed to a skeleton. The fifth is leashed to a book.
A naked couple poses in front of a barn in a scene reminiscent of American Gothic. They have holes in their bodies. The wounds are not bleeding, but they are still raw. He holds a hoe in one hand, and wraps his other arm around her to comfort and protect her.
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