Born From The Styx
Work in progress as of 2021
Lightning strikes, it breaks your bones and it breaks your heart. No matter who your gods are it’s your responsibility to give them the power they hold. Trauma has broken all my ribs and left me with nothing but my gods to fight with. My head has been cut off of my shoulders! With every work of art I desperately try to sew it back onto my stolen body. My work tries to find a way to make a dialogue with my inner gods and demons. It hopes to find to seek an audience with people who too feel like they have been cut away from the human world. My artwork is a constant battle between the call to the void and a consuming god complex.