Azathoth

     " When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of spring’s flowering meads; when learning stripped earth of her mantle of beauty, and poets sang no more save of twisted phantoms seen with bleared and inward-looking eyes; when these things had come to pass, and childish hopes had gone away forever, there was a man who travelled out of life on a quest into the spaces whither the world’s dreams had fled. "

from Azathoth by H.P. Lovecraft

     Of all the things that were conceived and written by H.P. Lovecraft, the opening paragraph to the unfinished short story Azathoth is my favorite. I think most artists feel a melancholic connection to a time when people knew less and imagined more. It may be an immature, overly romanticized way to view the world... so be it. 

     This "Azathoth" will be a place where reason is eschewed for fantasy and madness. A place where artwork is created for the sake of creation. 

     Hope you like it.

     Jeff