J.B. has kindly sent me another image to share with you all.
This poor soul crouches by a dismal pool while a throng of penitents winds their way through the dank landscape. His wizened body has been mutilated almost beyond recognition. Like Lavinia in Titus Andronicus, he has had his hands cut off (and quite feasibly his tongue cut out as well). However, in a Blanche-ian twist electro-lashes have been grafted on to his otherwise useless stumps. There is something child-like about his posture, with his knees drawn up to his chest in a foetal manner. He is a kind of Benjamin Button from a dark, forbidding future, inspiring both sympathy and horror. He sits with his relique-eyes watching the turgid decay around him. The dripping ground is at once mechanical, charnel and arboreal.
Even though it retains Blanche’s trademark ink draftsmanship, in its rendering this piece is somewhat more painterly. Little of his stipple or scribble shading is discernible while the ink shading models the forms with a relative smoothness. The white acrylic highlights on the creature’s skin are carefully placed to give it a thin, papery quality, while the occasional plumes of smoke are liquid in their application.
Stay tuned for more Blanche goodness very soon!