"It was once written: To shine own self be true.
But how we know who we really are?
Every man must confront a monster within himself, if he is ever to find peace without."
OK. Now, you see this guy above, yes? He, sort of, materialize out of people's thoughts, then gets real mad and starts tossing poor humans around, left, right and center. I haven't contributed much to this one, I'm affraid. I find it extremely difficult to paint something that has no real shape, no real texture. I tried hard (you'll judge by the pictures yourself). I was in London then, I believe March '98. First Photoshop attempts on Mac.
