The Twin Peaks series stuck an anchor in my brain from the first time it aired on tv. The story was unsettling, the characters believable, and, just when you had your suspicions of who killed Laura Palmer, A DANCING DWARF THAT SPOKE BACKWARDS sauntered across the screen. My impressionable young brain imploded. By the time Killer Bob climbed over the sofa towards the screen - as if he'd crawl right on out - I was already sold.
So here's a tribute to one of the best things to ever make it onto our screens.
(Acrylics, pencils, black & white inks and washes and fake blood.)