My dreams are sometimes dark. I feel them when I am there. They are weighted with dread at times with a feeling of drowning. Many of them take me to a place I feel like I should not be but I am being given a tour of which I cannot look away from. They are visceral and I bring back with me ideas and images of which I try to represent here in these creations.

Quarzon, calling out in pain. A cry that echoes around me, painful to hear but over time becoming a chorus of vibrations that seems to initiate growth of a dark mass over his body that slowly encompasses everything I see around me. Pain, suffering, loss or regret, it seems endless and looping.