Beyond the walls of perception lie realms of ethereal possibilities that may or may not exist — or at least most believe they don’t. You cannot walk because of the non-existent floor and its gravitational fluctuation, nor can you feel the ordinary warm or cold winds upon your face, save for the sensation itself is a tingling one, soothing one mixed with feeling of sweet conflict and spicy love. As you swim past the conceptual lamps — barely forged and lame, yet containing the voices of universes within — in the light of the six moons at a window by the mountain of emerald, you will find me sitting on a 19th century Gentlemen’s Armchair, eyes lost in tranquillity...
....reading, drawing, and basically minding his own business.
Artist, Animator, and a Jack-of-All-Trades Creative Director. Thanks for enjoying my art.