Embodiments of psychopomp deities - those gods that lead the souls of the deceased into the afterlife - the figures depicted are incarnations of a personal, unconscious symbolism, formulated by automatic drawing and a randomized system of coloration, determined with dice rolls. The spontaneous, subjective, and chance based elements inherent to these works are parallel to the aspirational hopes and fears shared by all who seek guidance through supra-rational means.

The Blue One (Summer’s Shadow). Born of the sun, they stumble unenthusiastically through the blue void. An indifferent sky creature - the seas and flowers alike thrust and withdraw from above and around their toes. Water, yes, but also distance, unaware of the countless supplicants who’s endless striving will never breach the boundaries of their attention.

In Shade She Calms (Purple). Constantly vigilant, her intention is hard as steel. In the deeper light of familiarity, her nature is comforting and the most genuine form of kindly - even as she brings violent relief to the exhausted, the despairing, and the impatient.

The Drunken One, The Dandy (Chromatic to Grey) Many sets of eyes look in many directions, focusing on all things and several points just shy of those same things. There is clarity here - equal parts madness that individually measures as collectively unequal. The starkness of the ornamentation is split by wholeness into a million fragments of unity. Which of those faces knows the way up?

Jolene, Collector of Us All (Green). She is the face we all see at the end. Her beauty is indeed beyond compare, and her sadness and awe are the life that spills endlessly from and back to her. She appears to some as emerald and auburn, to others as gray and black, brown, pink, aqua, porcelain, khaki, purple, and countless other colors not yet visible to the living. Her kindness is expressed through fascination tinted with compassion. She intends no harm.

Janitor of the Gods (Patchwork). Filth accompanies the tragedies and escapades of mortals and gods - He stumbles through the dregs of resentment and envy to do that which is absolutely necessary. Humility is part of his nature, but not one he choses - merely a necessity of survival. Perhaps one day during this eternity, all his good works will be rewarded. He grows dubious as the years pile endlessly onto the past. Regardless, his job defines him - and is neither antagonistic nor sympathetic to his wishes.