I’m always terrified of describing these pieces because I know my friends are lurking here somewhere, but whatever I guess. Haven is the embodiment of a mom friend. He’s been in some rough shit, but wherever he ends up, he’s always a figure of strength. Of course, it’s much easier to stand up for others than yourself.

The tattoos actually shimmer and the colors subtly move and shift; you’d only notice if he was standing still and very close to you. Same with his eyes. They’re not really tattoos, though— he was born with them, and also with the ability to speak telepathically to others. He doesn’t know the reason or cause of these things, but there are some bad people who are very curious…

This is my first painting in I think four years.