Samuel Branton would have been the man that pioneering explorers took along with them to faraway lands where – armed with mere pencil and paper – he would document a new world populated by a genteel aristocracy and debauched mythical beasts. His delightfully unsettling fantasies see Sabine beauties molested by octupus tentacles, or force us to watch as top-hatted gentlemen topple helplessly into open mouthed pond monsters. Trouble is, after three years of prolific sketching he just sort of… stopped. Come back Sam Bran! We’re slobbering for more!