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From the artist:
This is from a series I am currently working on called The Carnivale du Freake. Carnivale du Freak is my new series of macabre fantasies. It is inspired and in many ways a companion piece to my previous series The Damned Don't Cry. I had so much fun with The Damned and i was aware that themes kept cropping up but i didn't explore and develop them. So for this new series i wanted to explore the many stories i had for Carnivale. To take a theme, develop it, and expand upon the formative ideas. Carnivale was an idea i began sketching out about 8 years ago and then shelved as i was doing The Dreaming Fly series at that time. I never forgot this series idea but it has taken a few years before i felt confident to tackle the concepts developing in my head. The story for this is that a travelling carnivale/circus from the 1930's American dust-bowls is still on tour. All the carnivale performers and workers are freaks, deformed characters and creatures from legend and fairy tales from fairies to demons. All are real and masquerading as circus or carnivale performers, as well as a myriad of stage hands and roadies. Some of them are frightening, others are quite beautiful. All have found sanctuary in the Carnivale du Freak. None of them in the public eye, despite appearances, are dangerous. People bring their own prejudiced fears and interpretations when they meet the freaks, thinking that because they look so monstrous then they must be evil and potentially rabid killers. And yes they do have such a potential as does humanity. The resident vampire and house doctor, Dr. Stoker, often bloodied and covered in gore is in fact completely docile and gentle, never having killed a living soul in his very long existence. He is however a very messy eater and the blood and gore on closer inspection is tomato ketchup and bits of hot dogs having fallen down his chin and tunic. He also has an intense craving for jelly and candy-floss! Away from the public eye are one or two characters of unstable repute. They are shown love and cared for by the carnivale matriarch Madam Blizzard. All freaks find sanctuary in the carnivale and the very rare and sadly often insane pitiful characters at odds with the world are given family, respect and so much love that their sins of the past rarely appear in this new life of theirs. But to be on the safe side, the zombies and lycanthropes who cannot control their instinctive behaviour are kept far away from prying eyes. But none have done any harm since joining the carnivale, except perhaps for little Rosie May, the angelic blond girl from Texas. She is a very, very different story!