Illustration

With an eye on the future, and enjoying the play of technology unravel, the rest of my soul pillages the past and forages the imagination concourse for brave new worlds concealing untold mystery and magic. A painting or a book is a world one can retreat into. I am passionate about creating worlds people can be fully absorbed by. But for all other intent and purposes, let the pictures speak for themselves.

Season Of Dreams

Long ago when the realm of dreams bordered reality, men crossed easily between the two lands. As time passed, the worlds drifted apart. A snakelike void swam between them. Sinuous, gossamer strands of magic wafted across the chasm and attached themselves to subconscious minds. Dreamland fed from the hearts and minds of men, and when they were good and kind, it flourished. But when men were evil, Dreamland dawned a twisted light.