https://www.etvt.art/home daily 0.75 2022-01-24 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/1615601941990-9QK8361MS95FTBSZX0MJ/DecorAccentReverse-01.png Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/1615601916524-8YJWQ9XCDBM5ULEQS75H/DecorAccent-01.png Home https://www.etvt.art/contact daily 0.75 2022-03-11 https://www.etvt.art/about daily 0.75 2025-08-15 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/7aa4bec3-b0c6-4c71-962e-2597724a2e4f/Me.jpg About - “I illustrate accessible stories that reflect the diversity of our world.” -Eric Clift https://www.etvt.art/art daily 1.0 2024-04-09 https://www.etvt.art/art/zines monthly 0.5 2022-05-27 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/d4fc48e4-a038-4fcc-a0c1-7b5097c04df8/Cover.jpg Art - Zines Vampthology Book One: Cycle A snake emerges from sprawling branches of nightshade to swallow its own tail. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/e9ba0343-a5dc-4f18-af3b-fd6ff53a0d06/GGGCover.jpg Art - Zines Title: Girls Girls Gore Girls, Girls, Girls is written in a thin script. A splatter with a rough serif font saying Gore is covering the third "Girl". Subtitle: Macabre Maidens for the Morbidly Inclined 18+ Zine is printed in neon pink and black risograph ink. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/4cb2f0ff-b288-48b8-af25-a54a0cf2969b/1_IWillFeed_NoBleed.jpg Art - Zines A waxing moon sits at the center of the dark night sky, framed sharp, bare branches of an oak tree. A few acorns hang from the branches. A vulture stares menacingly from atop a branch. I Will Feed I am all around you- The mist in your last breath, A shadow in your shelter, The vexing in your veins, And upon those weak veins I will feed. I build my castle from the bones of Your ancestors and you will become The ceiling beams of my parlour and the Pick between my teeth, but for now you Are kine in my field and without fail I will feed. Of course I lust for your despair but what I Love most is your symbolic victories, your Soothing illusions because I will mutate to Suit your fancy. I will pull up a chair. You will welcome me at your table and I will feed. Regardless of consent Or if you are aware, I will evolve as you rot To outlive your children’s children And on them I will feed. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/34dffb4a-2675-4e6f-b409-152111ff83db/Vampth2IM1CoverCut.jpg Art - Zines Vampthology Book Two: In Memoriam A loose and gritty illustration of funeral flowers- roses, lilies, and daisies- engulf the title. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/a8541b3b-f885-4b0b-8526-972c72c1b461/2_Touch_NoBleed.jpg Art - Zines A relief of a lamb sleeps atop a tilted broken mirror. A scared person with large round glasses is reflected within the scattered shards of glass. Touch You hypnotized me with your power And gorged upon my naivety. The image of you haunts me and Ghosts of fingers linger on my flesh. My breath stays still as I turn from The mirror to check over my shoulder. I am forever changed And you go on. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/46e03579-742b-4058-a87a-dfadf3026c6b/GGGPg2.jpg Art - Zines Inside a neon oval frame with a death's head motif, a chubby woman with a short bob smirks as she smokes a cigarette from a long vintage holder. She is wearing only a bowler-style hat, some necklaces, and thigh-high hosiery. The severed head of a man sits between her legs, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/287db63a-06ab-4ffd-a523-9df637e70f1b/Vampth2IM3Vernal.jpg Art - Zines Below thick clouds, ivy consumes a leaning brick wall. Dark liquid splashes from the old sewer gate behind. Vernal A man slinked out of sewer sludge to sing A song of love and loss. Not loss of love But loss of sanity. His flame was spring In fields that flowered spears of fatal glove. The charming beau had left him bound to bed Imagining the green of Paris gaze Against the argent skin like powdered lead And framed by hair like florid orange glaze. And there he hunched while hurling howls of pain. The lethal lips that caused his cruel repose Had remnants rooted within curse of Cain. He slid, breast smudged, lukewarm and heart disposed. Receding down the sewer's bowel grease, His husk deluged the ditch with melodies. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/cd240e5d-8dc6-4b1e-a862-4bb03a3cd86f/3_AValediction_NoBleed.jpg Art - Zines Reliefs of bats frame a white arch. A Valediction O Hunter I write these last words to you, And with these words my fate is sealed, The man who made my still heart beat anew. I thought my muse should hear before I yield. A fanged man in fanciful attire caresses the neck of the bearded hunter, but their image unravels into wisps of smoke. Each day I dream of petting your silk hair, The burning heat of coal-black eyes While tangled in an ardent love affair- A destiny designed to agonize The hunter grimaces, face in shadow, as the vampire’s hand reaches out to him. O Pain is loving those who kill, fair man, Who rouses love with wooden stakes. Eternal death would be far better than The torment of this yearning and heartache. The hunter begins to plunge a stake into the vampire. The vampire smiles with a quill in one hand and the hunter’s wrist in the other. Tonight I will ensure I am saved, By dint of touch I always craved. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/ddefaa6f-a69e-4e9b-a8e7-02bfa45cb8e2/GGGPg3.jpg Art - Zines A spider descends from a cobweb in the corner of the repeated frame motif. A nude woman with long, dark, curly hair looks over her shoulder while on her knees. Her skin is peeling in various places, and worms wriggle on and under her skin. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/96aec3f3-c876-4903-8001-35423e254190/Vampth2IM4Unearthly.jpg Art - Zines Roaches scatter in a confession booth. Under the inverted cross and through the screen, two nuns share the close space in ecstasy. One nun, fanged and smiling, gently tugs on the other's collar to reveal her neck. Unearthly Affair With lilac lips coated in crimson She divulged her dark desires while I felt the soft ice of undead skin. My cheeks rushed with the scorching of sin But between them stretched her sultry smile With lilac lips coated in crimson. Her hot carnal contact was akin To baptism. It drowned the revile I felt. The soft ice of undead skin Was something of fables forbidden But I will truckle to be defiled With lilac lips coated in crimson. My lungs lurched as she sank her teeth in To make me into her sapphic spile. I felt the soft ice of undead skin When I felt my new frame. I have been Born again in an unhallowed style With lilac lips. Coated in crimson, I felt the soft ice of undead skin. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/8d6fb7de-196c-4a31-9f37-746511289e49/4_SailorsHitchBloodKnot_NoBleed.jpg Art - Zines Two wooden posts emerge from the dark sea. Carved at the top are the heads of two smiling pirates who look into each other’s eyes. Knotted rope connects the posts. A pirate ship sails in the distance below a full moon. A Sailor’s Hitch They put me on the night crew When they found out what I am. Apparently it’s trouble To love another man. Although the wind is wailing And the sky’s a blackish-green My mate makes it the prettiest Sight I’ve ever seen A Blood Knot O I’ve been on the night crew As long as there’s been sea And there’s never been a sailor Who’s quite so taken me. And although he loves me also Each dawn my heart does cry For there will surely come a night Where I must watch him die. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/004d61cc-4bd5-4b80-b9f6-c5fa119cca5e/GGGPg4.jpg Art - Zines Extending beyond the frame, a woman is on her knees, eyes lidded and head tilted back. She is wearing only thigh-high hosiery and holds a bleeding heart over her mouth. Blood runs from her lips to her chest. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/e3e2ac5b-4a56-44a2-8b47-575a89b3713b/Vampth2IM5Cold.jpg Art - Zines With limbs stretched outwards, a curvy torso is pierced with arrows from all directions. Birds scatter in the sky over the empty field. Cold We watched as they bound you to the stake, bare and blue and spread like scissors. The metal bolts in your bosom paled compared to the throbbing of my unmarked chest. Witnesses whispered of a winged beast leaving sanguine prints on a babe's window sill. After landing it shifted into a woman shielded by a striking shawl of red and black- the same one that always swathed your sturdy shoulders. You did not speak in your defense, but I know you are not to blame for I had borrowed the shawl when I left the warmth of your bed for brisk night air. Now we are both cold, Left empty without cover Just like your reed bed. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/1e8a3a3e-a2b5-4eb3-94b5-090f33011f3f/5_TheGarden1_NoBleed.jpg Art - Zines Framed by greenery and sharp branches, a woman in traditional clothes stands with a shovel and watering can. Crows watch her smile gently as the sun sets behind her head, leaving her shrouded in shadow. A humble house sits in the distance. The Garden Many things can tie a community together, but for this village in particular it was their vegetable garden. The garden, lush and fruitful, was tended to by everyone in town, but one person kept it going strong. She went into the garden each evening and lovingly cared for the plants. The woman gently cups a leaf from a garlic plant. Even long after the town laid to rest she remained, working hard to help each plant flourish… Under a waning moon the woman is on her knees, pulling a garlic bulb from the ground. Her hand is left scarred and smoking. Even the garlic. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/c7b78995-4e53-4931-b8a4-d17b132c7e3d/GGGPg5.jpg Art - Zines On her knees with her arms over her head, a thin woman flashes a gapped-tooth smile. She is wearing only a cabaret-style headband with a feather and a few necklaces. Between her spread legs, intestines spill onto the ground with a bloody splatter. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/09c020da-c5e4-4f63-9223-46f5e5cd9a2b/Vampth2IM6TornSacred.jpg Art - Zines A looping black ribbon breaks in the middle of a figure eight. Torn Satin Lighting curls of hair and lashes The waxy halo wanes, Your features stuck like leather ice Against the dying flame. I know that you had died tonight But still I can't be sure. Your legs look like they'd lift right now And drag you out the door. So loved one if you hear me now Please leave me not alone. Tangle your limbs around my waist And promise you'll stay home. Sacred Shroud I long to lend my hand, my love, To lift to your drenched lips But you would likely writhe under My lifeless fingertips. I want to believe your warm lament- I know you think it's true, But I think that my lying still Is what is best for you. I'll be carried to western fields And leave you to doldrums So you will never have to see The create I've become. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/7908d047-0982-4146-97ed-cdfb9b1891e0/7_TheGarden2_NoBleed.jpg Art - Zines A pajama-clad person, illuminated by lantern light, recoils in horror at the sight of a bloodied rabbit in the woman’s hands.. She rushed to where her neighbors were gathered, hoping to reveal herself to them before someone else could. Surely they would not believe her to be a monster after spending these years together. With face splattered and fangs bared, the woman speaks. Dropping to her knees, she confessed: “I am a vampire!” The townsfolk gasp, some whispering amongst themselves. The woman folds her hands as she desperately begs to them. “But truly my labor shows you that I am not the monster you assume me to be for I have spent my nights tending to a garden that cannot feed me…” “Even the garlic.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/41511da6-b9a2-4da5-849e-8a115f9b9230/GGGPg6.jpg Art - Zines A headstone casts a shadow over a wilted flower. The stone features a broken heart with the text "Here Lies Your Heart" and an infinity symbol. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/72bdcca4-c609-4198-bd69-190270751a7b/Vampth2IM7HisTools1.jpg Art - Zines Villagers dance and celebrate, ignoring the small old man hunched over his spiral-carved cane at the far edge of the square. His belongings are in two small sacks at his feet, and a large hill breaks the distant tree line. One man, ornamented in a fine cloak, rings, and hat approaches the man. His Tools On the edge of a bustling village there lived a poor woodcarver. Despite his great skill and kind heart, he was snubbed by his fellow townsfolk. The woodcarver, however, thought he had stumbled upon the chance to have the life he had worked so hard to achieve. A pale man in shimmering finery had the key to a comfortable life in his polished marble hand, and he had extended an offer to the woodcarver: "Build me a home at the top of the hill, decorate it with your wonderful carvings, and you may reside there with me for the rest of your days." With the stranger's finest tools and materials at his disposal the woodcarver labored from sunrise to sunset, lovingly crafting the house where he would spend the rest of his days... https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/f706c00d-430d-411a-b364-64580a2fa677/7_TheGarden3_NoBleed.jpg Art - Zines Despite her pleas, the neighbors brandished the very garlic she helped grow as they chased her into her home. Cowering against the door, the woman shields her face as garlic crashes through her window. They set the building ablaze with her inside, leaving her to succumb to the flames. Flames engulf the home as smoke fills the sky. A lone bulb of garlic rots in the grass in front of the road to the now abandoned house. The townsfolk lived on and, although their garden was never as abundant, everything tasted just as good to them… Even the garlic. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/ab852177-fbdd-45c5-b87c-fcc2a408a1ba/GGG_Back.jpg Art - Zines A blood splatter sits under the text. "A Playlist For You Corpse Grindin' Man- Harley Poe Living Dead Girl- Rob Zombie Mosquito- Yeah Yeah Yeahs Who Taught You How to Love- King Dude Dead Girls Love Me- Aurelio Voltaire" "Find Me @ETVTArt ETVT.art" https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/6363a6c0-1da7-4cea-921b-c5e8335e60da/Vampth2IM8HisTools2.jpg Art - Zines The woodcarver is slumped against a tree, his cane beside him in the grass as the silhouette of the stranger stands against the sky. At the end of each day the pale man came to look upon the woodcarver's work and soon after, drained from exhaustion, the woodcarver would collapse until morning. When the last evening finally came, the woodcarver basked in his masterpiece as he wearily waited for the pale man's arrival. Finally he could enjoy the fruits of his grueling labor. But the woodcarver would never step foot into the finished house. The finely dressed man walks away to his new home. As his fur-trimmed cloak billows in the wind, he flashes a fanged and bloodied smile. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/cdeb4522-b8fb-490b-bffb-c54f049fdae6/8_Growing+Pains_NoBleed.jpg Art - Zines A sewer tunnel drips with ooze. Roaches skitter up the walls. A trail of flies leads to a hunched figure, their flesh ripping and rotting. They peek from behind their bony hands. Growing Pains Something is amiss. I can feel it in my teeth. Like paper in god’s sadistic hand I crumple, balled up on the dank floor. I try to rise as Chunks of my flesh slough With a nauseating wet slap and Even the roaches scatter in fear. I did not emerge From this as a butter- Fly. I teeter as I stare at a False tetrad of vomit-coated hands. Vermilion tears navigate my Festering wounds. Is this my fate? To wallow in shit, to hide below? My tongue mops the musty blood from my Gnarled cheeks. Maybe this could be worth it. I think it could. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/b70418fc-9692-4e28-a058-39fd4fe78109/Vampth2IM9Moonbeams.jpg Art - Zines A hand reaches up into a stream of light. The beam breaks between fingers. How dare the moonbeams beat upon me, Reminding me of something lost: A sun that set after a long day That I saw long enough to watch withdraw. The heavens were amber spun sugar- Wispy and sweet and quick to fade. Will I forget that warmth or will its Absence haunt the foyer of my ailed mind? Let me be where the sun is buried Even if it's cold once it sleeps Or if it is no longer comely. Its company will tune my busted heart. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/26a3950d-f4eb-41bc-9a4e-f3a7d93eb044/IAmGrotesque.jpg Art - Zines An illustration of scissors over dotted lines overlay a faded pile of magazine scraps. The title, "I AM GROTESQUE", is in a grungy collage-like font. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/195ffd52-9f30-484d-abd6-eb3a058338b4/Vampth2IM1BackCoverCut.jpg Art - Zines The funeral flowers are swarmed with flies. Artist's Contact Information Eric Clift-Thompson @ETVTArt etvt.art https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/78c789fe-d072-4865-bd09-b4923a2c2ee5/Cover.Backjpg.jpg Art - Zines The midsection of a snake overlaps into a figure-eight. Nightshade peeks from behind it. Eric Clift @ETVTArt etvt.art https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/c8f5897b-5b1e-49fe-857c-cec1b001d97a/IAmGrotesque2.jpg Art - Zines Image: The scraps and cutting scissors motif continues over the subsequent spreads Text: Grotesque Gro-tesque /ɡrōˈtesk/ Comically or repulsively ugly or distorted https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/487affc9-a358-4cd4-94e8-d84718c866b4/IAmGrotesque3.jpg Art - Zines Image: Collaged creatures decorate the pages- a deer with wings and a rat tail, a wildcat sculpture bust on a bird body and hoofed leg, a child's head morphing into the curls of a wild sled, and others. Text: The word grotesque originates with the rediscovery of Nero's domus aurea in Rome. People were fascinated and horrified with the imagery that decorated the walls of the infamously indulgent palace- hybrid creatures composed of incongruent parts. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/3dce022f-c573-4f99-af86-50a500137697/IAmGrotesque4.jpg Art - Zines Image: A collage depicts a person shaping a clay pot on a wheel. Within the pot is a collage depicting an exaggerated portrait of the artist with bulging eyes, spots, and an enlarged forehead. Text: I had already drawn parallels between my own body and the caricatures of the modern grotesque: my nose, my chin, my lumps and bumps... But when delving deeper into the grotesque I found frequent references to transgender people. Image: Stereotypically masculine heads are pasted onto feminine bodies and vice versa. Text: It was a poignant reminder of how the world viewed me- a horrific hybrid creature composed of incongruent parts. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/8e5f960a-cecb-4324-9688-0d42a9628af4/IAmGrotesque5.jpg Art - Zines Image: Images of statues and old magazine illustrations are halved to create a centaur and a mermaid Text: But I began to think about the grotesque and made a realization: the majestic gryphon, alluring mermaids, powerful centaurs, fierce gargoyles... They are all grotesque, too. Not just grotesque, but also beautiful, awe-inspiring, and completely whole just as they are. Image: A collage of the previously pictured collage creatures as well as some other animal and human parts. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/0ad85f08-9831-4d63-aeed-297ac27fd2bc/IAmGrotesque6.jpg Art - Zines Image: The previous collage portrait of the artist on a finished vase. Strong arms emerge from the sides of the pot, one of them taken from Michelangelo's painting "Creation of Adam". Text: Although the original intent of the authors cannot be changed, I know that I am more than the sum of my supposedly incongruent parts. I am a whole, complete, and powerful creature... And you are, too. Image: A silly illustration of a child with big ears and two teeth is collaged on top of a potted cactus. Two human arms unevenly extend from the pot, and a heart is collaged next to the head. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/ef45e151-1321-41f6-85d1-1af210dbf004/IAmGrotesque7.jpg Art - Zines A flammability notice from a piece of furniture is collaged onto the paper scrap background. The artist's name and contact information is listed below. Text: Eric Clift-Thompson www.etvt.art @ETVTArt https://www.etvt.art/art/murals monthly 0.5 2024-03-04 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/4c1eb233-1177-4861-b34c-e37ea1105a33/MuralDay3.jpg Art - Murals An image of the finished mural- a robin sitting on a branch surrounded by rays of light and white butterflies. Text reads "If I can stop one hearts from breaking, I shall not live in vain" https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/da4ad14c-2134-4241-9894-94c7656151d5/MuralProgress.gif Art - Murals A GIF showing the stages of the mural from blank vinyl barn door to finished product https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/c91fb87c-affd-471d-896f-2b8ca9a9e4c2/MuralCandid.jpg Art - Murals Me, the artist, looking over my shoulder as I paint the mural in a candid shot https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/39a3bfba-9bf0-4b81-8abf-b49e3ae317ec/MuralWMe.jpg Art - Murals Me, the artist, standing in front of the finished mural https://www.etvt.art/art/illustration monthly 0.5 2024-04-09 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/7bccfc55-8681-4028-a7a1-e7fbfffe2dbd/AbductionOfTheCupBearer.jpg Art - Illustration Abduction of the Cup Bearer A large eagle sinks his claws into the shoulders of a long-haired stocky man as it drags him into the sky. Its claws rip the drapery that covered the man, and the fabric tangles around the figure. The title is in blackletter-style text at the bottom. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/82a12e66-e134-42bc-9f0e-a16fb9aeb36b/CaliforniaDreamin.jpg Art - Illustration California Dreamin' A wordless comic. The first panel shows a 1970's muscle car parked outside an old, shack-like church. The trees are bare, and grass peeks through the snow on the ground. The cross on the church is upside down. In the second panel, smoke flows from a swinging censer. The final panel depicts a mustached man praying on his knees. A clawed hand touches his lips. Parts of the individual panels come together to form the head of a cthulhu-type creature. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/71c0d400-c6f8-4ca1-927d-de4a899d07bc/ThereYouRest.jpg Art - Illustration There You Lie, There You Rest A female figure rests her head on a male figure's bare chest. He rests his hand on her head. The figures are framed with text below, similarly to illuminated manuscripts. Text: "You are buried inside my breast for eternity, from which tomb you will never emerge as long as I live. There you lie, there you rest. -Abelard to Heloise" https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/5fafa35d-2f51-45f3-a7ec-7b47599d4202/NouveauGod.jpg Art - Illustration The New God (Fan Art: Fear and Hunger) A figure, draped in cloth and wrapped in a snake, stands elegantly in front of a burst of radiant light. A tall, sharp crown sits among his long, flowing hair. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/5204015f-7500-4ef0-b808-c02ad9db6067/Ascension.jpg Art - Illustration Ascension A towering nun floats in front of a stone arch. Clouds of bats materialize from her headdress. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/d88dd895-ea7e-49ae-908c-fbf52c1cbb28/Clift_Eric_SheWhoWorksHerWill_2023.jpg Art - Illustration She Who Works Her Will Digital Illustration In a style inspired by illuminated manuscripts, the shrouded figure of Hekate stands in front of stone arches, a golden halo behind her. She is surrounded by two torches, two snakes, some mandrake plant figures, and two slender dogs. She holds a puppy in one arm and a ring of keys in her free hand. https://www.etvt.art/art/prints monthly 0.5 2021-10-11 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/8956b18e-2634-46d7-9b2a-f6a13d6b089e/RatPackTheFollyOfLove.jpg Art - Prints Rat Pack: The Folly of Love, 2 inch Linocut Print Description: Two peaceful rats face each other, pointing downward, as their tails form a heart https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/b289583f-5d5d-4c02-b6a6-cf444d1e0661/RatPackRaisedByBats.jpg Art - Prints Rat Pack: Raised by Bats, 2 inch Linocut Print Description: A two-tailed rat with small bat wings swoops downward https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/51cfadf3-1841-42f7-aead-d4b872a28688/RatPackFeatheryWings.jpg Art - Prints Rat Pack: Feathery Wings, 2 inch Linocut Print Description: A rat with a halo and angel wings floats with a content smile https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/7d846815-d142-4ae0-a8bb-231c25141fa4/RatPackWhenTheCircusCameToTown.jpg Art - Prints Rat Pack: When the Circus Came to Town, 2 inch Linocut Print Description: A rat dressed as a clown with a ruffled collar, pom pom buttons, a big nose, and a little hat, juggles three sunflower seeds https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/96129e00-9fb5-4169-a681-e739ab335f79/RatPackInnocent.jpg Art - Prints Rat Pack: Innocent, 2 inch Linocut Print Description: A sleeping rat in a nightcap rests its head on a pillow, cuddling a small teddy bear https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/2b5dc762-82bc-496a-92ef-e749ec3325d1/Clift_Eric_Nestled.jpg Art - Prints Nestled, 6x4 Linocut Print, Black and Gold Ink Description: Three cats loaf next to each other from large to small- a fat resting calico, a black cat with wide eyes, and a little grumpy tabby with its eyes closed tight. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/d102b5bc-5715-447e-aa60-e25d9db26af8/1_Clift_Eric_Revival.jpg Art - Prints Revival, 4x6 Linocut Print Description: A figure with big "bat cave goth" style hair reclines in a coffin with their hands crossed over their chest. They are dressed in a gown that is falling off one shoulder. They look up, smiling, as something leaks from one corner of their mouth. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/a335624d-0b70-4a9f-9ae4-7f9c762f8638/Belated.jpg Art - Prints Belated, 4x6 Linocut Print Description: A vase of daisies sits on a table, surrounded by drapery. An apple core sits next to the vase. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/268a4800-d385-45ba-92f5-beb93411d238/LaDame.jpg Art - Prints La Dame, 4x6 Linocut Print Description: A bust of a woman in an old dress staring blankly at the viewer. She wears a tall, lopsided and unraveling powdered wig with ribbons. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/8568e0dc-c47f-477b-9e03-9a72367b815b/ReturnToTheLake.jpg Art - Prints Return to the Lake, Series of 2 4x6 Linocut Prints Description: A plump person with top surgery scars is seen from approximately the waist-up. Their eyes roll back as their mouth opens in shock. Long hair floats around them as if they are laying on water. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/9383c396-24a8-47b5-953a-4a4269d35bed/IntoTheGarden-01.jpg Art - Prints Into the Garden, Series of 3 4x6 Linocut Prints Description: A nude curvy figure sits with a hand clutched to their chest. Long hair covers their eyes and the moon creates a halo around their head. A hole is where the left breast should be and flowers sprout from it. Each image becomes more distorted giving a melting effect and creating the illusion that the flowers in the figure's chest are dying. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/18e1a340-eb01-48b1-9d27-c8eb56e6cb2c/One.jpg Art - Prints One, 9x12, Linocut Print and Ink Description: Two skeletons embrace in a coffin, their bones mixing together. Worms, beetles, and maggots create a border around them. A banner at the top reads "We Will Be One Again". https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/0e1fcbcd-19e6-49f1-a170-f0b14c71420d/CorvusPrint.jpg Art - Prints Corvus, 5x7, Linocut Print Description: A bust of a figure with a long face and a sharp aquiline nose. Wings spread from the side of their head. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/f329a582-df80-4ed4-9eb2-596f3e21eb72/Alive.jpg Art - Prints Alive, 8x10, Basketball and Cardboard Print with Acrylic on Cardstock Description: Frankenstein's monster stitches a breast onto its own flat chest. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/604b9c410a8c473052c032e5/df7a5216-b447-41e3-9263-a853a315b182/Judas.jpg Art - Prints Judas, 8x10, Basketball and Cardboard Print with Ink on Cardstock Description: A crying feminine figure clasps their hands in prayer, a rosary in hand, as they look upward. The cathedral window behind them has phallic shapes in the window.