He waits for me at the threshold of rebirth, at the cup of the phoenix. Together, we will shed our skins to discover the truth betw...

The energy of creativity strains to free itself from the blockade of the singular identity, the limiting "I".  The blockage co...

All things become naked in the fullness of observation. The deception of surfaces is pulled away like stage curtains and the interio...

This summer is relentless. The Pluto / Uranus square has taken no prisoners and this heat is scary.  Untenable situations abound, bu...

For the past month, I've been working with Jeremy over at Horror Blogger Alliance to create a design for the newest HBA T-shi...

More Sharpie play inspired by the artwork of Mike Mignola and the ninth episode of the series The Hakkenden : The Legend of the Ghost C...

I find this piece a little difficult to write about.  I am observing an exterior structure becoming transparent, revealing a previousl...

his wounds are deep... what he is running to... he forgets... hope is hidden... and he is tired... so tired... and he only w...

The sword and the pen are the merely the fangs of something more insidious. Recommended Listening: NIN Head Like A Hole from P...

Desire manifests in the strange ways. Sometimes our approach is in direct opposition to very thing we desire, thus nullifying all...

There is a boundary within us all past which we cannot retreat. May your Truth be with you. Recommended Listening: The Prodigy Ome...