Somewhere deep in the mountains of a far off land, curled over a desk made of stone in a dark cave, a thinker is hard at work. The walls are spattered with inks and paint, like battle scars from the unbridled brushstrokes of the past. No surface is left untouched, drawings wrap across every inch, liquid visual explosion.
Don’t know who the hell that guy is…
Skywhale lives in Melbourne and draws things that no-one understands which he hopes to keep that way.