Had a great opportunity to go through the archives Saturday night. While not organized, I’ve found some of the masters from past calendars, a bunch of originals from other projects, along with both Blood, Babes and Bullets and Dauntless.
A portrait of the two of us. I had a dream of re-starting a zine called Dauntless. This piece made it into the back of Happy New Year, a poem by Bruce Loose of Flipper I illustrated in collaboration with Luna and Bruce
1993 was one hell of a year for me. I was completely spun in regards to my future. My time at Foothill JC was close to an end, and my attempt to earn a bachelors’ degree was spiraling in the bowl. All this, and I was about to shove my size eight and a half Mason boot right down my throat on the job at the copy shop and be shown the door.
Right in the middle of it all walked in two Dominatrixes. Artemesia I met briefly at Baycon. Luna C. Sanguine was a friend from Foothill. I had no idea Luna was a Domme until I told Luna in an excited rush that I was head over heels for Artemesia. Chaos would later ricochet me in Luna’s direction, and I fell head over heels for her. Never mind the fact she was the common law wife of a Satanist who did bizarre channeling.
Self Portrait, 1990. I pictured myself like an exhausted gumshoe. Dazed at lack of sleep and too much caffeine. Truth be told, turns out I was high on cold medicine like Actifed. At the time, I didn’t know what it was doing to me. I honestly thought that’s what normal felt like at that age. Kudos to my friends Jamski and Doug in the graffiti.
The affair with Luna was a crucible of lust, and it fired my ego. Much of it seems so vanilla in comparison to what I’ve seen since, but Luna was my serious introduction into the San Francisco leather scene. She dropped out at one point, disappearing into the Berkeley and Emeryville underground along with the vets, homeless and bikers.
Long story short, her disappearance drove me completely crazy and was hard to get over. Thankfully, there were a lot of good people in the BDSM community that helped me cope. The good news is she eventually emerged and got help.
Portrait of Luna and I. The necklace is based on a real life turquose necklace someone gave her. In hindsight, I looked silly with a mustache. I watched too many detective shows and westerns.
She and I don’t talk as often as we should. Truth be told, we were dangerous together. She influenced a number of drawings and themes in my artwork. I’ll post some photos at another time, along with some other drawings she influenced.
Dungeon Net
Hogspy
