Dies Irae

Dreaded day, that day of ire,
When the world shall melt in fire,
Told by Sybil and David's Lyre.

Fright men's hearts shall rudely shift,
As the judge through gleaming rift
Comes each soul to closely sift.

Then the trumpet's shrill refrain,
Piercing tombs by hill and plain,
Souls to judgment shall arraign....

When the judge his seat shall gain,
All that's hidden shall be plain,
Nothing shall unjudged remain.

~~ "Dies Irae", 13th Century, Thomas of Celano

Blossoms

When Phebus was entered the signe of the ramm,

In the month of march when all Doth springe,

Lying in my bed, an old man to me came.

Laying his hand on my buysy head slumbringe,

"I am," he said, "Tyme, producer of cunninge.

Awake & rise, prepare thy selfe quickly;

My entent is to bring thee to [the Campe of] philosophy.

"Bloomes & blossomes plentiful in that feild

Bynn pleasantly flourishinge, vernant with collers gay.

Liuely water fountaines, eke beastes both tame & wild

Ouershadowed with trees fruitful, & on euery spray

Melodiously singinge, the birdes doe sitt & say:

'Father, sonn, & holy ghoste, to one god [in] persons three;

Impery & honor be to the holy trinitye.'"

Lo! thus when he had said, I arose swiftly,

Doeing on my clothes in haste with agility

Towardes the camp, wee went, of philosophi,

The wonderful sightes there for to see.

To a large greate gate, father tyme first brought me,

Which closed was; then he to me saide,

"Each thing his time hath; be thou nothing Dismaied."

The great admiracion I tooke into my selue,

With sore & huge perturbacions of minde,

Beholdinge the gate fastned with lockes twelue.

I fantasied but smalle that time should be my freind.

"Why studiest thou, man," quoth he; "art thou blind?"

With a rodd he touched me, whereat I Did Downe fall

Into a straunge sleepe, & In a Dreame he showed me all.

~~ the start of a written account in alchemical sciences from Mr Willm Blomefeld, philosopher and bachelor of physick, 1557

the Beast of Chicago

America's first serial killer, H.H. Holmes, the Beast of Chicago, the Devil in the White City, and his murderous castle maze.

acrylic on cardstock.

Doctor Procession

Zenith

Witchy Woman

Strings

I haven't had much time to paint this last week. Between planning this visionary excursion to Brazil and studying Portugese, I've had nothing resembling free time. But I did manage to whip out this cruddy puppeted figure above a city. Done with acrylic, guache, ink, pencil on bristol board.

Something Wicked This Way