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. Gaunt. Faceless, a 'void' opening, a cavernous entrance to another place. Gaunt is a gateway, a black hole for souls. It was not clear to where and in fact it was past comprehension and words. The human resemblance of 'form' is false as gaunt takes any and all forms. Perhaps mirroring the viewer to create some kind of relatable figure before the journey into it's gateway.