Little Red Riding Hood Paintings
I think it's necessary to explain why the Little Red Riding Hood paintings exist. Without some sort of apology these obsessively sexual images could be mistaken for something they are not; misogynistic fantasies of pornography and bestiality.
If the Ring paintings allowed me to unmask the long-repressed and damaging trauma of sexual abuse that I endured as a defenseless child of perhaps three or four, the Little Red Riding Hood paintings became a "talking cure" of sorts, but with images. The brush became the scalpel, and allowed a "bleeding out" of all of the fearsome and debilitating images I projected onto any woman for many years after that early encounter. I was able to revisit any dimension of the trauma that continued at the time to incapacitate me as a man and wrestle myself free from the warping effects it had on my perceptions of how woman viewed me and I in turn treated them in waking life.
If there is anything in these paintings that is treated with undiminished hatred therefore, it is the wildly difficult experience of fear; fear of self and the barrier it inevitably places between one person and another.