I have no idea why some pieces speak to me, and others I am proud of, but don’t haunt me at night.
Sometimes they speak to me and almost no one else. Sometimes artwork I throw together the night before a convention goes on to a life of its own and artwork that sets my soul on fire causes other people to give it a wide berth. And then again, sometimes a piece I love goes on and finds other people who love it. There is no predicting anything.
If you are looking for all the weird little stories that go with these, please visit my DeviantArt Gallery! (We may someday get them all in here, along with why I like these, but it requires building about fifty new pages and will take awhile…)