The Chosen One

It was strange, Nakita mused, to be a ‘chosen one.’ Two years ago, she had been the disgraced princess of Kaphrus, who was reviled for her adventurous nature. Now however, it seemed that the fate of the Multi Universe had been shifted from their ruler’s shoulders to her own.

Nakita growled, fists clenching on the window sill. The evil demon’s, Kumraa, mind has been restored after being defeated and locked away in the Shadow Realm centuries ago. Now all of the universes were in grave danger. The burden of saving everyone had fallen to Nakita. She recalled the Cosmic Heart’s words to her the day it was discovered she could read the ancient scripture that Kumraa could also read.

“There will be a decision you have to make in the near future. If you make the right decision, both curses will be lifted and you and your family shall not perish. But if you make the wrong decision, everyone you hold dear will perish. The Cosmic Empire will crumble, and the multi universe will spin out of control into eternal chaos.”
So, no pressure then.

All she wanted was fun adventures, discovering new areas, living with the animals, being free. It is all because she started finding these hidden scrolls that her true meaning in life has been revealed.  Sighing, she sat down heavily on her bed, head in her hands. She was the Chosen One, she was the one who’d lift the curses and fight evil, she was the one who’d save everyone.

And she never wanted it.

Revenge of the child Snow White

The two horses sped away, a small blood-stain remaining on the floor behind them.  Although her body was gone, the girl's spirit remained, oblivious to the vice that had taken her brief and innocent life.
All that remained was blood and spirit, the body lost to oblivion.  A rose lay gleefully on the cold, frosted earth, the snow no longer pure, disturbed by the prints of horse and human alike. The raven cawed in the abyss, its manic cackle a reminder of its influence in the girl's creation.
The girl wandered aimlessly in her incorporeal form, helpless, confused.  Her tears seemed to solidify as they hit the ground, their ghostly warmth melting the snow.  Eventually her sorrow turned to rage, the injustice of her coming and going the fuel for the anger that burned in her eyes.
But it was no use to her now; the harbingers of her pain were too long gone, and her only company was the biting cold, and a hooded silhouette, that tailed behind her like a shadow, giving her the illusion of life in her ghostly state.
She spent the night tirelessly following the path out of the forest, following the tracks left behind by her creator's corpse. 
Her fury drew her further away from the place she fell, guiding her out of the forest.  She followed the road for another day, the shadow that tailed behind her coming and going at will.  There was a silent understanding between them – it would go about its business and then return to her once she dealt with hers.
A large estate grew before her as she walked in blissful ignorance of the cold.  The wind carried screams to her.  Not screams of pain or sorrow but outbursts of pleasure.
The ghost of the snow child crept up the stairs, blind in her curiosity.  The raven could be heard cawing outside, adding its voice to the winds howl and carried pleasure.  A blizzard had begun to form, adding fury to the snow that it released from the sky.
The shadow returned, more solid now than before, yet still a phantom to the eyes of even the ghost.  Its impression could be seen upon the door of the chamber where the blissful release of energy emanated.  Its figure was bony and hunched, carrying an object – a poisoned knife.
The door creaked open from the wind.  The snow child crept in.  The sight was of the Queen and her newest woe, their various limbs tangled upon each other in a frenzy of lust.
The phantom filled with anger.  Her time had been brief, the flame of life she had being snuffed out unfairly by the jealous wrath of the Queen, defiled by impure greed.
The window opened, snow filling the room.  The Queen and her toy froze in an instant. 

 The phantom that shadowed the snow child harvested them, tasting every sweet drop of revenge.

Never-ending

There are a million grand stories waiting to be told, and I think a few of them are mine. Narration and storytelling have always been potent forces in my life and work. Much of what I have created in the past few years has had some sort of relation to fairytales, myths and dreams. Fantasy is a subject that I feel shall be present in my work for quite some time. Our culture often dismisses it as nonsensical and unimportant when really the human psyche depends upon it to survive. We readily accept that fairies and demons don’t exist, but we have severe difficulty recognizing that the same is true of time and national borders. 

The human body also has a strong role in my artwork. As human beings I feel we are naturally inclined to the figure as both idea and image. By examining the body we can investigate our relationship to one another and to ourselves. Our experiences may be radically different, but the body is the common vehicle through which all of mankind experiences the world within and without.

As with anything in today's society, one can make a theme or storyline based off of that inspiring thing. My obsession with the Seven Deadly Sins combines my passion for fantasy and realism. As mystical as they are, they are brought to life through humans. You can look into anything and realize a Sin connected with it. I love the challenge and array of narration associated to each Sin.

These three foci are also joined by a fourth interest, color. So much of how we feel about the world is dictated by this element. It makes us feel, it makes us desire, it nauseates us and enrages us. Colors can hold a unique power individually, or take on a different in relation to other colors. Color can evoke something that both the body and fantasy can, but in its own unique way. It can create feeling, it can create energy, and at its very best it can create ‘spirit’.

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