A gray cat slinks past a wooden house.
There’s something a little intimidating attempting to describe.
Someone remembers, someone cares; Your name is whispered in someone’s prayers.
It’s almost as if we each have a vampire inside us. Controlling that beast, that dark side, is what fascinates me.
The art of a people is a true mirror to their minds.
I’m peeling the skin off my face
‘Cause I really hate being safe
The normals, they make me afraid
I point my camera at things. I capture light. I’ve had art tools in my hands in many forms for most of my life.