Somewhere between twisted daydreams and erotic nightmares, the haunting hussies of Jeff Simpson‘s imagination come slinking into our unsuspecting world.

Through his works, pale skin and shapeless creatures entwine, evoking a peculiar kind of pastoral horror that is both frightening and reassuring. Why do ashen angels float languidly beside cryptic visions and metaphors made real? Only Mr. Simpson can say.

Be they gods, monsters or merely human, Jeff expertly reveals the infinite beauty and ultimate danger of the female form.