The blank skull – a clean slate

This is how all my skulls begin. White. Void. Empty. Blank. Like a hillside of untouched snow. Just waiting for someone to come along and have some fun and change its face forever.

"And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more." Shakespeare, MacBeth


This morning I found a blog from an artist who draws mazes. Beautiful. Amazingly intricate work. I found it to be very inspirational. You can look at his work, and read about his journey at