To be honest, I don't know a thing about Barry Moser as a person, and I really don't want to. Don't get me wrong, any person who makes such delightfully ancient-feeling and utterly grotesque artwork must be amazing, but I guarantee the real Barry Moser of 2014 isn't as cool as the one from 1850 that lives inside my mind.
His work feels old to me; there's a deep 19th century gothic-type streak in him that is so rare these days. I imagine him, gnarled, bent over a well worn oak table, carving out these wickedly morbid plates, standing on a bone-strewn floor. His Frankenstein material is shudder-making.
I've been doing lots of colour posts of late, so I'm following Charles Dana Gibson's fantastic B&W's with these horrifyingly cryptic images....
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