"This used to be our funhouse...

... but now it's full of evil clowns" (Pink - 'Funhouse')

Why is it when I have the feeling my heart is wounded I'm compelled to paint with red ink? Drip, drip, drip, my emotions bleed across watercolour paper rendering it soaked in thinly veiled pathos. Too obvious, pair it back, to black & white... simple, clean, graphic novel ready.

This one will be big!