Nothing makes me wish to stop living more than the fruits of mine and others imaginations.



It's a weird statement...



But seeing the things depicted in this art makes them seem so real. So attainable. So physical. But they're nothing more than figments of your imagination, and pigments on a screen of canvas.



It makes the life available to me, here, in our very real world seem so bland... So pointless, and without direction. Maybe in death we can manifest these worlds of wonder and creation. But maybe not...

Just kind of ranting, here.

But I hope you appreciate what reality, and physicality you bring to this work. This art. You bring each piece to life with such care and skill. Good art breaks my heart every time.