Here lies shadows of myself - some of which good, and some, not so good.    at one time in my life art served a way of able ot express my problems and dire contraints of who I was.   Most often it would portray acts of agony and livid death - and although it helped to a degree, it only helped for a small degree of my distress.   I've kept most of the work I had done, as a reminder to me and for others to see, dispite my feelings at the time, my work was worth displaying, and now i feel I can freely share that idea.  
 

    (This gallery is of a somber note,  and thus the ambience  here will remain that way.) 

 
To view works in the galleries, click on the shaded skulls - if you know your way around a webpage well, then ignore this - and move along.  Excuse me, but your still reading this - go on, view the galleries, (hello, maybe you'll like them and pay me) they might interest you, I can tell your that type. Still, you sit here, glaring at these info boxes, are you that bored that they mean some significance to you?  You "could" glance through the galleries, eh?  Once again, I find you staring off into the void of nothing - for the love of god, get with it and click on the bloody skulls.. ugh..Tourists

 
 
              

Gallery of Somber  Shadows