Somehow like a bastard child of Schiele and Beardsley with a little Gorey thrown in Rob Harrison creates images of macabre doom and loneliness and pain with simple lines and subtle colors ...Death stalks waif thin ladies in forests....Little girls jump rope on rooftops....and everywhere looms a subtle nuances of death...its all rather thrilling isn't it!?!?!?!? I'm enamored and may even pick something up from his etsy shop....
XOXO
also his tumblr:
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