“Painting has become, or all art has now become, completely a game by which man distracts himself.” – Francis Bacon.

Face Of A tyrant. 2010. Oil on board.

FACE OF A TYRANT

Orbit. 2010. Acrylic, collage, oil pastel.

ORBIT

Doom Of Ghosts. 2012. Acrylic, ink, collage.

DOOM OF GHOSTS

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“As usual my hands are cold, my heart I do believe is colder still.” – James Maybrick

The mystery of Jack the Ripper has always fascinated me. Not just because his identity remains unknown, but also the political situation at the time.

I have read literally hundreds of books and theories on the subject and the only one that makes sense to me is James Maybrick, the Liverpool cotton merchant whose prime motive, his diary tells us, is his wife’s infidelity and constant drug abuse.

Amidst near hysterical paragraphs of Maybrick’s anticipation at killing prostitutes, the document contains obscure references and information that only the killer could know, and sometimes proves that certain facts regarded by historians as correct, are actually not.

Read “The Diary of Jack the Ripper” by Shirley Harrison and “Jack the Ripper -The Final Chapter” by Paul Feldman to decide for yourself. They are both a great read.

Dear Boss. 2008. Acrylic, type.

DEAR BOSS

There is no mystery, only obfuscation.