Thoughts behind the artwork...

A spirit drifts along The River to Time. Upon his journey, he discovers The City of Lost Souls. Why he wonders, do these souls not follow The River of Time just as he does? Why must they tarry in this place of desolation and despair? As he drifts past, a sense of sorrow and suffering washes over him like a tidal wave. Is this where their jouney ends? Must they remain in this terrible place until the end of time? How long have they suffered and why? If only he could reach out and comfort them. If only he could take them with him. In mute agony he drifts past... unable to help them. Unable to offer even the slightest bit of relief.

-John Alexander (aka SirJohn)