Anthony Micallef.

Is it odd that I find myself loving artwork that is beautiful-yet-borderline-disturbing? I blame an early introduction to Francis Bacon. Regardless, I can't quite get over the level of awesome displayed in the work of Anthony Micallef. His work precariously walks the line between childhood dream and terrifying nightmare. Kind of how I feel about Christoper Walken. Or stirrup pants.


picture courtesy of Anthony Micallef. Obv.