I rise before the sun, the scratchy radio voices catalog what bad things have happened in the world while I slept. But the world tells a different story– out the old farmhouse window the dawn blooms impossible colours against the somnabulant landscape. Two ravens sit warily in the orchard on …
The Year wanes; leaves wither and go dancing off into the land of moldering and glimmering bone colours. Work is coming together after the many distractions and events of short summer. Since I was a young boy, I have drawn dragons. There is something …
The wind is up, rain pelts relentlessly and I am finishing the autumn’s work and starting my winter projects. Over the last year I’ve been focusing on honing my drawing and painting skills alongside my work as a swordsmith and sculptor. The act of painting an idea is a …