Inside the skin, outside the skin. We pile on the layers and strip them away again. Wouldn’t it be so much simpler if we believed the coat we were born with were indeed the perfect fit . . .
‘Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone – we find it with another.’ – Thomas Merton. Lying in the grass at Julliard, I felt as though . . .
This is a bunch of stuff from my sketchbook of late – characters, figure drawings, and studies. Though these do inform what I later create, none of them really end up . . .
This is a natural image I really like. There is no compositing at work here; just what the camera saw and what I saw, looking through the porthole . . .