“If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment; if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing.” -J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


I discover things when I’m dreaming –– unearthly beauty, unearthly terror, simple truths, lies regurgitated from my waking thoughts, songs, secrets, and –– if I’m lucky –– stories. Some of these stories I have written down and illustrated verbatim, allowing them to make their stage debut in the waking world. Not every story you find here is based on a particular dream I had, but like a dream they are an attempt to make sense of the world outside and within my own body.