Leonora Carrington... Bat-men (How true my love) 1950

Raúl Anguiano ... La Llorona (The Weeping Woman), 1942.

Odilon Redon... The Green Death, oil on canvas 1905

Adrien Barrere...Le Sorcier (Grand Guignol) c.1900, Paris

Hans Baldung Grien...woodcut initial 1513

Brascassat Jacques Raymond...La Sorcière oil on canvas 1835

Pierre Molinier 1900-1976) ... Le Baphomet 1968-1971

Born today...Francis Bacon, October 28, 1909, Dublin, Ireland

Head I oil on board 1948

photo @Alastair Thain 1987

''human life is concentrated bestially in the mouth’' ,

Georges Bataille, ‘La Bouche’, Documents, Paris 1930

Damp, jaggèd, like an old man’s mouth drivelling, beyond repair,

Or the toothed gullet of an agèd shark

T. S. Eliot Ash Wednesday (1930)

‘'the forces of the cosmos confronting an intergalactic traveller immobile in his capsule’' 

Deleuze on Bacons Heads series

“The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery” - Francis Bacon

Dolorosa de la Cruz @ Stephen Romano Gallery ... Magica Sexualis Exhibition October 29 - December 15 2015

am delighted to have been invited to be part of this show, Magica Sexualis co-curated by 

 Barry William Hale and Stephen Romano

Invocation of la Reina Roja 2 2014 gouache pencil and gold ink

Vowed series no 5 2010 gouache pencil and gold ink

"MAGICA SEXUALIS"

Born today...Karin Boye,poet, October 26, 1900 Gothenburg, Sweden

THE WORLD'S HEART 

Say, where does the world's heart burn,

the world's heart of fire? 

It lives on coarse, heavy prehistoric coal:

black darkness, dense night, Chaos. 

Seek there! 

itself a struggle, glowing struggle -

For thus is the nature of fire: 

strong with its foe's struggle - 

has no other nature. 

And the victory? When the darkness has disappeared in flames?

and fire wants to conquer.

Is the victory death? 

Empty question and empty fear! 

The world's heart is fire,

 Lucifer

Lilith and Faun

Life and Death

Andrei Bely ... “Overview of Blok’s poetry”, 1923.

Andrei Bely ~ “Overview of Blok’s poetry”. Illustration to “Lectures about Blok”, 1923. Pencil, coloured pencil and watercolour on paper.

Born today... Andrei Bely, 26 October 1880, Moscow Russia

Once upon a time there were no grasses, nor "Earths", nor flints, nor granites; it was - flamy; laminae of flying gas diffused through the Cosmos; the earth was gurgling like a fiery flower; it was developing, confluing from the Cosmic sphere; and these gestures of the fires later duplicated themselves: in the petals of flowers; because of this the cosmic light is - the colored flower of the fields; all flowers/colors are - memories about the fires of the limitless, cosmic sphere; all words are - memories of the sound of an ancient meaning.

Once upon a time there were no concepts in our sense: a conceptual crust surrounded the image of the word; once there was not even the image itself of the word; later the images surrounded the imageless root; previously there had been no root; all roots are - serpent skins; the living serpent is - the tongue; once that snake had been streams, the palate had been - the sail of rhythms, carried along; the cosmos, as it firmed up, became the cavity of the mouth; a stream of air - this dancer of the world is - our tongue.

Glossolalia~ A Poem about Sound 1922