All my life I've visualized decapitated heads, (usually torn away, not cleanly cut), leaking out their mental juices. In most of my attempts to externalize these visions onto canvas or paper the leaking "stuff" is representative of where my life happens to be at the time I draw or paint the picture. I'm afraid because of this, my life is sometimes an open book. The only thing that serves to hide me is that most times the viewer of my work will read so much of their own personality into what they are seeing that my secrets escape them. Now that I have told you that, you can look at these demons and see where my poor life was at when I painted this.