i have a weird fixation on the tragic, historical lives of beheaded queens. it's amazing to live in a time where women can be valued more than for their reproductive capabilities. above all of these disembodied femmes is marie antoinette, the infamous teen queen who now plays muse to a lost generation sharing a similar life of political turmoil and inner strife. more so, i have a weird fixation for artists who are able to successfully use blood in their work. these photographs by anthony jacobus strike the right pull of tension for me between the stillness of predestined tragedy & a macabre oddness. i suppose lately photographs have been touching me more deeply as i search for inspiration to take new photographs of all the fresh blood i've been spilling these days. . .