ubi art

When I was a child, I believed in magic. There were dragons that lived in concealed caves beneath the tightly packed soil of my backyard, and an ancient crone enchantress that lived in the house across the street. She was a quiet, reclusive sort of witch and I felt it was my duty to keep any other children in my neighborhood away from her front stoop, lest they be turned into some creepy crawly cr...[Read More]