Acrylics on canvas.

30x40"

Sometimes you accidentally touch your head and realize you're bleeding.

This is acrylic paint on canvas. 30x40

Mixed media on paper.

20x14"

Sometimes the odds are stacked against you but you push forward anyways.

Mixed media on paper.

16x12"

"What did you do?" the voice boomed over the roar of the fire.

Acrylic on canvas.

40x30"

Sometimes war is upon you. You just have to react.

Acrylic on canvas.

40x30"

Sometimes you just have to go to war and hope for the best.

Mixed media on paper.

16x12"

Sometimes maybe going to church isn’t the best idea.

Mixed media on paper.

16x12"

Sometimes you have way too many cupcakes. But you'll work through it. You promise yourself.

Mixed media on paper.

16x12"

Sometimes it’s good to be home.

Mixed media on paper.

16x12"

Trickster

The bones rattle. That's all they do. Armour clinks off them. Swords scrape against them. It's a continual cacophony of sounds. I miss the silence.

It wasn't always this way. Flesh used to hang off this frame. Blood coursed beneath that same flesh. The heart beat it's drum until it was silenced.

The innocence.

We would play in the pumpkin fields, hide and seek, tag, and other more unsavoury games too. We would watch creatures we tortured have their last breath. We would lure unsuspecting delivery men into the field and decend on them like feral wolves.

It was all fun and games.

The transition is clear now but at the time it didn't feel like anything had really changed.

We had brought Claire's mom around to the patch with the promise of a surprise. We were vague, we said she'd like it. Being a mom, she trusted us. The surprise for her came in the form of a steel pipe to the back of her skull. She teetered at first, then her legs gave out and she toppled backwards into one of the nearby pumpkins. Her head smashed the pumpkin open and her head was imbedded inside.

We stood around amazed. This was what we were seeking. It was our new look.

We all spread out slowly, searching for our new heads.

That's when we became The Tricksters.

And that name stuck with us. Even after death. Some ideas are just too strong.

Mixed media on paper.

16x12"

Sometimes you and your rather large dog just need to play some fetch.

Mixed media on paper.

16x12"

Sometimes you wake up and you have no idea why everyone around you is dead and you have so much money.