|The beautiful, spine chilling, foggy walk in the woods.|
|Here are my creations for my journal, may they be unfinished, twaddle or glorious.|
Hello there fellow art enthusiast, I'm Teekon and this is essentially what you would call my art journal... Well one of a few.
As replicas become frozen in the repetitive academic practice,the viewer is left with a clue to the darkness of their future. But as shifting forms become distorted through diligence into a carnival of distress, leaving only a sense of failing due to the inaccuracies of our era and the dawn of a new reality.