Voodoo

"if I wasn't restrained by love,
who knows what I would do..."
the voodoo priestess said to me

I sat in silence, enjoying her visdom

"if I wasn't restrained by hate" I said to her
She smiled and said "Love and hate is the same, people do the same thing in hate as in love"
Then, I smiled.

"you are not filled with hate" she said, and left me

Then there were just me and the drums...



Uppdatering: Tavlan Hel
(del av min samling Mardrömsbilder, varav några går att se under fliken "Korpögas konstgalleri" ovan, där jag jobbar med en färg, skräck och anatomi, använder bläck, krita och blyerts)