"Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on."
– Shakespeare, Hamlet
A little taste of Inka Essenhigh for All Hallows' Eve...
some eye candy to supplement the candy corn.
"The Grass at Night in July"
In her words and work, the fabulous Inka Essenhigh captures the quintessence of art's purpose. "It is really important for me to make work that is for something," she said. "I don't have a specific audience in mind when I paint, but I want to make work that reminds people they are alive. I want to remind them of the fun of being a living being. I want my art to prod people into reflecting on the pleasure of moving, feeling, breathing and being alive, right now."
"Last Snow Before Spring"
"The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life — the terror of art." – Franz Kafka, from Conversations with Kafka by Gustav Janouch