TOMB OF THE UNKNOWN ARTIST

These pages crackle with a mysterious sheen.
Links, pictures, and words, appear on my screen
And fill my mind with strange fantasies and dreams.
But beneath it all, I wonder what it really means?
Could it all be just a code, spat out by some strange machine?
Or is it all made by a real, living being?
Who made this twisted web, and what is their intention?
Who can solve this riddle, and give me some direction?

For the questions you ask, there might not always be a reaction
But consider with great care, and you might find satisfaction



Welcome friend! Some how you have managed to find my little corner in the maze of the web. Well... here you can find info about my activities, pictures of me, and stay in my online home a while... maybe forever!

What is life? Well, for me life consists of my job as an artist, post-queer agitant, and explorer of the universe. In what little spare time I manage to find, I read far out fantasy books, the history of religion and collective violence really turns me on. I collect pewter figures and study the mystical side of life. Everybody should be well balanced and worship Nature as much as whichever Goddess they choose to worship.

We make our own reality, nothing is as it appears. Just as you can percieve something as evil, you can just as well turn a toad into a prince with a little imagination. Think it, will it, and it will be!

Don't email me! Come deeper into my layer!

AM I ALIVE?

If you knew me then you'd know I collect books, even if I don't read them. The old doctors call it standing on stilts. It's something schizophrenics often do (along with use vocabulary) because we're losing our minds and trying to find them.