Abstract

I often start with an image, a character. This is my first cry. From here sometimes the art comes out as clear and straightforward, expressing exactly what I intend; and other times it melts into a completely different thing. The imprints surprise and delight me, revealing worlds and feelings I have no words for. Other times, I simply have to experience the mirror of my life force reflecting back every waver and wobble of mind, electric doubt, ecstatic stab, draining sadness, or urgent desire that courses through me.