Monday, December 15, 2025

INFERNO, Canto XXII, illustration 2

Title: The mouse had come among bad cats, but here
Curlybeard locked arms around him crying:
"While I've got hold of him the rest stand clear!"

And turning his face to my Guide: "If you want to ask him
anything else," he added, "ask away
before the others tear him limb from limb." 

12.25 x 10.5 inches
acrylic paint on found paper
December 15, 2025



Sunday, December 14, 2025

INFERNO, Canto XXII, illustration 1

Title: I saw -- the dread of it haunts me to this day --
one linger a bit too long, as it sometimes happens
one frog remains when another spurts away;

and Catclaw, who was nearest, ran a hook
through the sinner's pitchy hair and hauled him in.
He looked like an otter dripping from the brook.

14.75 x 10.75 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
December 14, 2025



INFERNO, Canto IV, illustration 2 (alternate version)

Title: "I was still new to this estate of tears
when a Mighty One descended here among us,
crowned with the sign of His victorious years."

15.5 x 10.875 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
December 13, 2025



INFERNO, Canto II, illustration 2 (alternate version)

Title: Her eyes were kindled from the lamps of Heaven. 
Her voice reached through me, tender, sweet, and low. 
An angel's voice, a music of its own...

15.5 x 10.875 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
December 13, 2025



Saturday, December 6, 2025

INFERNO, Canto XXI, illustration 4

Title: They turned along the left bank in a line;
but before they started, all of them together
had stuck their pointed tongues out as a sign

to their Captain that they wished permission to pass,
and he had made a trumpet of his ass.

11.875 x 8.5 inches
acrylic paint, collage, and watercolor on found paper
December 6, 2025



Friday, December 5, 2025

INFERNO, Canto XXI, illustration 3

Title: Crazyred

14.75 x 10.75 inches
acrylic paint and watercolor on found paper
December 5, 2025



INFERNO, Canto XXI, illustration 2

Title: Then they raked him with more than a hundred hooks
bellowing: "Here you dance below the covers,
Graft all you can there: no one checks your books."

They dipped him down into that pitch exactly
as a chef makes scullery boys dip meat in a boiler,
holding it with their hooks from floating free."

14.75 x 10.75 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
December 1, 2025