hungry for origins

still-life with skulls / edition of 18
hand-colored etching, aquatint and monotype


omnivore II / edition of 25
hand-colored and gold-leaf etching and aquatint

omnivore I / edition of 25
hand-colored and gold-leafed etching and aquatint



the sufferer / individual print edition of 6 / etching on gold-leafed paper

In a house of nothing lived a sufferer. He suffered greatly because he had nothing and could make nothing. He had half the teeth any man should, and little to chew with them. His knees were scraped red from kneeling and his eyebrows tilted up towards the sky.
Rarely did the Gods pass by this house of nothing, most of them simply did not see it, and the others found it unpleasant to see. The sufferer would make fire, shout, and jump, but the Gods kept their course since nothing was happening.
Once, a God’s little daughter fell out of her crib in the sky and onto the house of nothing. It was a long fall and she did not live. It was not long before the angered father found his child in the arms of the sufferer and condemned him and his house of nothing for eternity. Then he flew off, and his sorrow came down in wind and water.
Time passed, and the God whose mortal enemy was the God who lost his little daughter paid the sufferer a visit. He was dressed extremely well and looked and smelled like a fine garden. Beautiful creatures surrounded him, carrying with them the world’s delicacies and eating them.
Get off your knees, sufferer, I want to say something to you”, the God said. “The little girl that met her death in your house of nothing was said to bring me my demise. I am aware that there is nothing I owe you, but my joy commands me to reward you.” And with one wave of his scented hand, the house of nothing became the house of solid gold. Then the God left, and with him his fantastic creatures, only his fine fragrance stayed, but also not for long.
News of a solid gold house traveled fast and wide. The sufferer no longer suffered and gave jolly tours of his golden home to visitors from far and further, sometimes even a curious God or two. The rest of the time, he did nothing, and when he was in want of something or other, he would chop a tiny bit of his house and send someone to purchase it. His mouth was filled with golden teeth and they revealed themselves in courteous smiles to the curious faces around him. As he perched on cushions, the sufferer’s knees grew soft and his eyebrows straightened and no longer tilted to the sky.
This went on for some time, until the God who was betrothed to the little Goddess who met her death in the sufferer’s house grew old enough to avenge his loss. He arrived on a monstrous bird and his fury was plain to see by his clenched teeth and fists, and he summoned the sufferer.
What have you to say for yourself?” he demanded. The sufferer went to his knees but could think of nothing to say. “Very well,” the God said, “I shall commend my bird to peck this house of gold away to nothing, for it deserves to be nothing more!” And so the monstrous bird did, rather quickly. When the bird finished, the God stroked it on the neck, saddled it, and flew away. The sufferer stayed on his knees, first out of reverence and then to see if there were any golden crumbs left. But the bird was very thorough and even his golden teeth were gone. So he raised his fist to the sky and screamed in anger. The God heard him and turned his bird around.
What do you say, sufferer?!”, he demanded.
The sufferer stood up and said “God, I beg you to take me to the skies with you!”
The God was outraged and said “If I do, it will only be to drop you from there!”
Then so it be”, said the sufferer, and so it was. And where he fell, a golden lake formed with golden creatures in it, and one could have a swim there if only one could find it.  


untitled / edition of 12


gypsyrobot / edition of 12
 hand-colored and gold-leafed etching, drypoint and aquatint




the sad man / individual print edition of 6 / etching, drypoint and aquatint

Once, there was a man who decided to go for a swim in a lake. After a few strokes, the man felt very thirsty and so he drank the lake in a few vigorous gulps. Among the dying creatures of the lake, the man spotted a fish for which he suddenly felt great affection. The man felt that if the fish were a man, it would somehow do the same things he did, and they would be of the same opinion about many things in life. Urgently, the man grabbed a cloud and squeezed it until rain poured out onto his fish. The fish swam happily in his new puddle.

Barely did the man have time to enjoy his new friend when he spotted a desperate bird at his feet. Apparently, it had fallen out of the cloud. It was a good kind of bird, no doubt, and the man felt that if it were only a little bit cheerier, it would be great company. So he broke a nearby tree into many branches and built the bird a beautiful nest. The bird smiled and plopped right inside.

Hardly did the man get a good look at his new friend when he heard cries. He looked around and saw a family of squirrels scattered about on the ground. Apparently, they had fallen out of the tree. The little one was so sweet that the man’s heart nearly broke. He looked around but there were no more trees around. Just a puddle with the fish, and a nest with the bird. And so the man sat down among the squirrels and wept with them, cursing his helplessness between roaring sobs.