Between the dark tower and the shell mines, Divine Androgynes summon energies to illuminate the world and smite back the regressive hateful forces that would toxify and strangle us all.
Part Krampus, part Baphomet. Kramphomet. My Solstice-y cheer in a dark dark daaarrrrrrrk winter season.
I should have photographed details since there’s so much going on in this one, but it’s over in the gallery now. Maybe I’ll swing by when I’m downtown.