Nnnnot really? Not a conscious one anyway- I suppose it’s how I draw because it’s how I think?

I’ve always had a taste for the macabre, but I never saw it as separate from things that were cute or childlike. If anything the stories I read seemed to emphasize the fact that the world was always going to be misleading in that respect; that things that seemed sweet and trustworthy more often than not weren’t. You can trust a human to be made of blood and guts and gore, and death is an inevitable feature of life, but promises of immortality? Sing-song fairy rings and houses made of sugar? Those were the things that were scary, not to be trusted.

Morbid Penny Dreadfuls and candy-coated trippy dreamlands will always be a massive part of me, but out of the two the saccharine view of the world has always seemed the more sinister one to me.