Fuck death

Yes that is the title of this selfportrait from 1984. It was not a good year in his life, but he produced beautiful, powerful work. He represented death often as a pale rider, a pale woman, or in the traditional way as a skull and bones skeleton. I guess you all can read the text.
Tony could have a withdrawn, worn out look. Many people underestimated the pain, emotional, psychological and physical that his hypersensitive nature and heart disease caused him. He used all he encountered in his art. A word, a gesture could bring it all on. Sometimes taking a valium helped, sometimes not.