167mm x 290mm

Ink on Bristol

Somewhat alarmingly, my housemate had never seem Evil Dead II; I took it upon myself to educate him in the ways of wholesale chainsaw-based destruction by sitting him down and forcing him to watch it with the lights off.

This got me thinking about the odd relationship between zombies and chainsaws, why is it that one always finds itself embedded in the other? Is it like a parable? The Hedgehog's Dilemma re-imagined by Romero?

Anyway, enough waffle. I had fun with this, but nothing is more terrifying than flicking red paint at a basically completed drawing. I did the lines first and applied the splatter afterwards. It went everywhere, everything I own seems to be covered in tiny red spots.