A curious story of art characters and born strangers. Birthed from static and light they are. Hearts with hope and atmosphere. Each surreal piece distorts perception, reshapes memory, and rebuilds the imaginative form through machine logic all from my mind to the canvas. Stepping into new realms of original paint study by watching oneself create from raw materials is a mind bending point of view.
Halloween fun approaching us and self study is never a loss

There are no ghosts here — only echoes of us. Twisting every essence of sound in tune with many things we cannot see. This eerie experience only holograms the in between. A place maybe forgotten where they once began and ended and began again forever floating into the places too deep to explore. Being born and delivered to the viewer to hold dear. From the cracks of the mind the art is derived and upon delivery only such amazement can exist with God assist. The art strangers collect what possibly lives and breathes. The moments of peace as time is passing through another’s mind. A shadowy kiss brining humanity closer to the veil. In strange art land surreal is a mysterious land of discovery.

TheStrangeTruthSeeker