Art Stories: Puff the Magic Dragon
“Bring to me my blade”, says the Lord of Lycanfell, flaunting his violet cape in the midst of his court. A grave terror on great wings looms over his land from the summit of the frigid peaks that border his domain.
Art Stories: Portrait of Imperialism
The sky is quiet the night before a fight. But the sun screams heat the next morning as if to say, “there will be fire and death today”. The very land aches with blood to be spilled.
The Carnivore Project
In the heart of an overgrown, forgotten corner of the lagoon, where the air was thick with the heavy scent of decay and the ground squelched underfoot with each tentative step, a carnivorous plant lurked, a creation both marvel and menace.
