The artwork of New England based, multidisciplinary artist William Crisafi reminds me of the illustrations I would find in children’s books that my Granddad would discover at carboot sales. He was a top rooter and dug right to the bottom of damp cardboard boxes. My Granddad also knew how to haggle, and would come away with books for a few pennies.
When I was a young one, in the late 80’s early 90’s, children were exposed to different, more beautiful horrors than today. I think the kids alive nowadays, the ones who fail to blink twice at beheadings on YouTube, would shrink away in fear if they encountered the sorts of folklore and fairytales that I would – and still do – enjoy.
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 