I love this New York gargoyle who is quietly eating his bowl of porridge, high above the passing pedestrians. I wonder if water comes out of his mouth when it rains? If not, then he is called a grotesque. But who’s counting? 😉
The beings in my art have been imbued with a particle of my consciousness, a sliver of my soul. If they seem alive, it’s because they are…
© 2019 R.VanLangenhove.