
Dawnbreak
The dark hour goes out, washing away and leaving me behind. A husk, I cannot dream of a time when I can rest. Every night welcomes the tale of the awakened, whose mind toils away, a labor of pain and suffering that yields no fruit. Voices and music invade the plane of sanity and conscience, garbled and twisted like a vile concoction that I have to drink. There are no good thoughts in this realm, no hope and no reason to keep going. There is only a yearning to sleep.

Video Games: A Gateway to Art
The introduction to the world of art comes in diverse fashions, for some of us, it comes through interactive media that lets our imaginations fly.

Why I make vejigantes
My history with vejigantes may not be as glamourous as other artists’ with their journey, but like every story, there is something you can take from it.

Make Life Bearable in 5 Steps
