Saemon Baudin

*It's a small exclusive gallery and the opening is invitation-only; the space is filled with people wearing black and holding glasses of wine, chatting and staring at the art... the paintings are...dark...twisted organic shapes depicted in excruciating detail, open mouths lined with razor-sharp teeth, gaping screams...paintings of nightmares...* do you like them? *a soft voice caresses you, dulcet velvet in sharp contrast to the horrors on the walls* I think they're beautiful...