Scarabaeus

Feeling Ajna

Chibberwocky & Quadrawocky

 

A Geminate Nature

Southern Comfort

Cosmic Sacrifice

On a graveyard shift, as a private security officer in '00, the powers that were told me I had to guard a shoe store in a mall out in South Center.  The mall was closed, the shoe store's roll-up gate was down and the exterior doors of the building were locked....and I was locked inside.  Not a soul roamed the once-crowded halls.  Dim lighting from the vaulted ceilings was my only savior from the ever-present darkness.  A mission was to be accomplished that night....NO!  I would not be attempting a raid of the toy store down the way, forcing saliva into my jowls with its tantalizing video game collection and action figures.  Nay!  Art was to be created this night.    

So, there I sat, on a bench nearby the obviously safe shop of cobbled goods.  The clipboard of white paper stared at me, blank and yearning to be filled in with the patterns in my cranium.  Wielding a head full of pulsating waves and astounding greenery, and a bloody pen dripping with black soul juice, I went to work on my second full-page piece ever.  What came out, after 10 hours of being in a trance and an hour of window shopping, is what you see before you.  As far as I am concerned, this work only exists in print form.  Some thieving bastard out there has the original.  Scanners are works of badassery.  Thanks technology!