A set photo from the HBO pilot based on my book, The Mystic Arts of Erasing All Signs of Death. This was a couple years back, did not go to series, but I have excellent memories. Among them was watching that glop fired from a cannon with cameras rolling. Note to self: When your gruesome imagination becomes externalized in physical form you may find occasion for self examination. i.e. “Did I write that shit?”
Charlie Huston’s on tumblr sharing blood spatter. Everything is good again.