The only time I feel truly connected to the world is when I’m making something. Letting myself drift into the ideas, flow through the lines, and lose myself entirely in the detail. I indulge in craft, in experiencing the process of my art.
I create sudden, perfect glimpses into a universe just beyond our own. A place where the Laws of Narrative supersede those of physics. The strangeness in us is made flesh in this place, our conflicts laid bare.