A Head Behind the Art
No name.
No memory.
Just a mind full of ideas.
If you need a name, you can call me KD.
Otherwise it doesn’t matter.
I’m just the head behind the Art House.
One of those Tuesdays
Some characters are designed.
Others simply refuse to remain images.
MBR belonged to the second kind.
In the beginning, there was no elaborate story waiting for her. No biography. No carefully constructed universe. There were images — black, white, fragments of architecture, flashes of amber-orange, tattoos, dark glasses, leather, movement.
Where Depth Becomes Form
There was a time when I believed my work began with an image.
Today I know it begins much earlier.
Long before the first line.
Long before colour.
Long before composition.