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Drawings And Illustrations
The inner world is strange, it is fluid and always mutable. Events in the outer world, both traumas and triumphs, reflect in the unconscious like ripples on a pond. The process of transforming this deep unrest into tumultuous imagery can create a sense of peace.
Brush pens, micron, paint marker and gel pen on paper
 Shattered Soul |  Blood Red |  TrappedI’ve always wondered, how do prisoners feel? Those confined for extended periods of time? When does one stop fighting and screaming? When does learned helplessness set in? And what about insanity? When does one lose hope? When does one regain hope? When does one attempt every tenuous escape plan? And when does one reach the point when the mind, in an attempt to escape the horrible reality, begins to retreat completely into a fantasy world of its own creation? When do the hallucinations start? |
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 The Thing InsideThere is a part of me that wants to destroy myself. Because to surrender to death is easier than to face the endless trials of life. There is something inside me, a formless, shivering thing of decay, that shrinks back when dragged into the light. An ugly thing that is waiting to poison my soul. |  Silence Is Killing MeThere is something to be said about the painful, restless, fluttering silence that occurs when words are left unsaid, when truths are left unspoken, thoughts and feelings remain unknown. Little understanding, and little growth can occur, when people are afraid to speak, afraid to express anything that may contradict their fellow humans and somehow upset the status quo. |  The MachineThe Machine runs well-oiled by your blood. |
 The Heartroom |  The Ancient |  As I Decay |
 The Eye Eater |  Romance |  Collapsed Consciousness |
 The Vine of Death |  Spider |  Immortal Coil |
 Alien Garden |  Turn The Wheel |  Brainland I |
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