As an artist and a new father, the idea of 'creation' has never been more real or all-consuming to me. Most acts of creation are born of love, conviction, and maybe a dash of ego... but how much control do we really have over our creative process? Ideas flash through our mind, seeming to come from some primordial fog. Is it dipping into the bright pools of our subconscious... Or somewhere darker? What TERRORS might we UNLEASH upon THE WORLD? Some of my absolute favorite movies in the world are horror/scifi/fantasy flicks from the 70s and 80s. Delightfully low budget and cheesy affairs that are best watched in the company of good friends. I can remember walking the the video store as kid looking at all the amazing VHS covers for these kinds of movies and my mind racing with ideas about how cool the movie must be. Often the covers were more evocative than movies. Much like adventure comics of the 50s and 60s. Anyway, this is my homage to a poster style that is near and dear to my heart featuring my family. Hope it's as evocative to you as those old covers were to me.