In one portrait alligators and murky seahags fight for survival upon perilous shores and maritime docks. In another a sultry lilith seduces onlookers with thoughts and intent more malicious than mere sexual conquest. In this realm of the fantastique your demented curator not only harnesses your inhibitions and tosses them to pasture, but quells your deeply hidden subconscious desires for atrocity. All held in the sway of harrowing vanity of course. The everlasting awe and wonderment of hypnotizing artwork lives on and courses supremely through the witch blood of Eyajo December Joseph. He is in excellent company too.
His ghoulish lineage and those to follow in his stead, have and shall inflict menacingly obscure, but delightful monuments of the supernatural for generations to come. Like every maverik, misfit and shadowy culprit living on the periphery of society, Eyajo December Joseph has cultivated his own separatist world. A dimension unlike any underneath heaven or above hell. A microcosm existing within eternity that is eternal itself.