Burning down the night

Burning down the night


The mother of all mutant flowers growing peacefully in the shadow of that nuclear reactor, are those eyes? Is she watching you? Come closer, smell the heady fragrance, are the seeds edible? Is she thorny? Watch your step, my dear art lovers, this one might bite.

I love mark making, and working something to the point where I either destroy it or create something really fine. I also enjoy invention.