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David Roxbury (American, Unknown)
Goth Girl Ascends: “Death Profeigned Her and Thereby Realised Kismet” is the cosmic outsider art you didn’t know you needed. If you’ve ever wanted a painting that feels like a love letter scribbled in the margins of the universe, let me introduce you to Death Profeigned Her and Thereby Realised Kismet by Arizona artist David Roxbury. It’s got tragedy, star-crossed romance, womb metaphors, and just the right amount of cosmic doom.
The story behind this piece is pure outsider-art gold: Earth is dying. The very last goth girl—yes, the final one—catches the eye of Death. But he’s not some impersonal skeletal figure here. He knows her. He wants her. He takes her. Yet because of her “profeigned womb” (don’t worry, we’ll circle back), she can’t go back to the earthly realm. So what’s a lovesick Death to do? He carries her off to the stars, where her immortal children can finally rest in peace.
Visually, Roxbury conjures a heavy, dreamlike vision—equal parts Renaissance tragedy and galactic folklore. Swirls of shadowy purples and interstellar reds wrap around our heroine, who floats somewhere between martyr and goddess. Death is there too, solemn and tender, cloaked in mystery and just enough romance to make you uneasy. The whole thing hums with weird majesty and poetic dread.
And that phrase—profeigned womb—it sounds made-up, mythical, maybe even spiritual. That’s the charm. Roxbury isn’t painting for textbooks. He’s making emotional relics. Little shrines to forgotten feelings and imagined futures.
Collectors take note: this is not your average “hang it above the couch” piece. This is a statement-maker. A sacred object. A painting that whispers to the dark corners of your bookshelf and asks if your soul is ready to travel off-world. It’s outsider art at its finest—strange, rich, beautifully unpolished. The kind of piece that feels like it shouldn’t exist… which makes it exactly the kind of thing you want to own. Highly recommended for fans of art that makes your guests ask, “What is that—and why can’t I stop looking at it?”
