OEIL

Eck used to rail against The Man. Now he works for him. At night, he retreats to his lair to work on dense, mad illustrations of Japanese monsters and masturbating grotesques. It's an oeuvre born of obsession, the extent of which doesn't become fully apparent until you zoom in and focus on the details. And, Christ, what details. Sometimes I suspect Eck is crazy. I like him that way.