Sitting under a dark red painting of a huge human fetus in his living room in Ghent, Belgian Painter Octave Landuyt recalled a bit of his childhood. "I lived with my parents in a flat over a local slaughterhouse," he said. "I used to play among dying animals and heaps of entrails, while blood ran in the gutters. I saw bulls stagger under the deathblow, heave up again and again. It all had a primeval greatness."
Landuyt denies that these grisly memories influence his work, but the blood does run and there are heaps...
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