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.
Sculptures, Pumpkins and other Random Projects
One comment on “Fine Art”
I like the pen work with the (bobcat?) piece. Interesting use of solid black for some of the people in the throng.