Later, they took on more complex forms. They looked like greedy landlords and ugly blind dates, they arrived disguised as overdue bills and the nastiest ones showed up in the form of obese, toothy creatures that could, flailing in the wind, hold onto a car bumper no matter how fast or how many miles I drove trying to escape them. They freaked out my roommates in the middle of the night with eyes bulging from paintings hung on college walls. They grew to gargantuan proportions, drooled heavily on the carpet, drank all the booze, chewed holes in reality and generally left a mess wherever they went.

As an adult, I realized I could actually grab the demons, hold onto them, and make them work for me. They reminded me of all the demons from my childhood, from my younger years and from all the secret closets and hiding spaces. Some were cute, some were definitely not cute. Some were brilliant green with speckles of black and gold and smiled when no one was looking. Some were crimson-stained marble and, for some reason, made other people wide-eyed with curiosity. Some were covered with layers and layers of slime and were hundreds of centuries old and very offensive. Some were precious and attractive but deadly. I have to say that I loved them all.

And I still do! I am a web designer and multimedia artist who lives (with all my demons) in Tucson, Arizona. The life and death cycle of the desert here provides the perfect inspiration to collect all the materials necessary for molding fleshy chunks of clay into new demons.




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