For about the past ten years or so, I’ve been maniacally creating endless, endless art.  It’s been pouring out of me in a ceaseless flood ever since I ‘unlocked’ something inside myself while making our short film, Starry Night.

I create and draw because I must … and what you see here is just the tip of the iceberg. The rest of it hides in sketchbooks, hard drives, and the dark corners of my studio, whispering “sell us!” while I pretend not to hear.

I’ve made no money from any of this.  Not because I don’t want to (I  desperately do!)… but because I seem to have an incurable case of foist-phobia… an allergy to self-promotion so severe it triggers a paralysing full-body cringe!  That (on its own) is a long story.  Feel free to browse the FAQs at the bottom of this page for more of the gory details…