I know I said I had nothing for Krampusnacht this year, but this little guy kept bugging me until I broke out the paper and pen.  Grus...

It emerges from beneath red tides, parting the crimson mist.  It moves with a singular purpose, yet robotic. It lumbers past and into d...

This piece was simultaneously disturbing and satisfying as I completed it because I realized I was looking at a part of myself.  It is act...

In the dark caves of Hell, trapped and hungry, forgotten desires map out the cursed gift of their continuance.  Their garbled chanting w...

This is the beginning of a series of four pieces all of which were created from the same source material.  Each had its own voice and me...