
Night Light

Monster built from the take up bin



A Fabuland housing complex for all the fabulous inhabitants.



Life and Death are joined in a sacred bond, within Her. She is both the creator and the destroyer; she is both womb and tomb. As the wheel of the year turns, the sacrifices of the old make way for the new. Nothing dies in vain, no virtue or energy is lost... there is only transformation and transfiguration. The cyclical movement of nature, even in apparent defeat, shifts to transcendence. Death in itself is no less sacred than life. I choose to embrace both as one who is always dancing on the dark side of the rainbow.
