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Friday, 28 April 2017






 

Recent photos from a visit to Betchworth Castle, Dorking, Surrey
(some have been previously posted in an edited format on my instagram)

Thursday, 27 April 2017

Grizelda & Grizmuth

"There was once a gigantic pestilential toad, who was peppered all over with greenish warts like an ancient leathery pincushion. Deep, deep underground she sat squalidly and ruminated vastly on the flawed nature of existence, her yellowish eyes glowing like ominous lanterns in the gloom. 300 years ago she had clawed her way down, down into the depths beneath the great castle, slithering slowly past great clotted hanks of roots and foetid earth - like hairy curtains, down down, past ruins and ancient forgotten relics, crumbled and sunken into the rich primordial loam like petrified fallen stars. In the deep, dark, dank silence she was all alone. Sullen, forgotten and sunken dejectedly into eternal solitude.

For she had not always been a toad, not always confined to this subterranean squalor. Once, 300 years ago she had been Grizelda - a beautiful princess admired far and wide for her long, long silvered hair, her wonderful singing voice, skill with needlework and sword, and collection of rare jewels. That was before she had been banished in disgrace, for the princess had a secret - she had fallen in love with her chambermaid and the two girls had been plotting their escape when they had both been discovered by the wizard Grizmuth, who had bewitched her into her present form, and imprisoned the distraught and now long dead chambermaid in the chill ridden dungeons to waste away to nothingness.

In her cavern, she sat festering, a frightful amphibious vision consumed with hatred and malice, poison twisting and writhing through her mind like stormclouds gathering at dusk. She had been plotting for centuries, and now it was time to clamber forth from the abyss. In the velvet blackness her tongue flickered, tasting the mildewey stale air, breathing deeply of silver fingered rot and decay in the putrid bowels of the earth; a great stenching hulking mass of filigreed flesh intent upon her revenge."

from Grizmuth and Grizelda and other Queer Tales
...unwritten fairytales by xphaiea

Sunday, 1 January 2017

GRISLY WITCH PITS: INSTAGRAM

A photo posted by grisly witch pits (@xphaiea) on


A photo posted by grisly witch pits (@xphaiea) on

A photo posted by grisly witch pits (@xphaiea) on

A photo posted by grisly witch pits (@xphaiea) on

A photo posted by grisly witch pits (@xphaiea) on

A photo posted by grisly witch pits (@xphaiea) on

A photo posted by grisly witch pits (@xphaiea) on

A photo posted by grisly witch pits (@xphaiea) on

A photo posted by grisly witch pits (@xphaiea) on

a selection of my own photos from various locations
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I update daily and far more regularly than I do on here

Sunday, 27 November 2016

recent drawings

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   to see more of my drawings and photos, follow my instagram page which I update daily with personal and sourced imagery - more of a scrapbook of sorts than here 

Monday, 31 October 2016

Thursday, 6 October 2016

Saturday, 10 September 2016