It's amazing how much you get done while supposed to be doing something else, in this particular case it's sleep, but I still think it's been a long while and I still haven't done anything on here beyond marvel at the fantastic art. So, my opening thought. (Lets hope it's a good one )


What exactly is a story?

Is it a form of connecting to the unknown, describing the way a simple copse of trees becomes the Black Forest under shade and moonlight?

Or is it a compulsion, some sweet nothings that a prodigal muse whispers in your ear?

Perhaps it's just someones way of lifting a tale from the deep, deep vault of memory and myth that runs through the heart of the globe?

In any case, you should hopefully be seeing some of mine.


So watch this space