Perhaps one of the most frightening pieces I have ever done, was this image of a scarecrow in the corn fields of West Karana.

I watched him for quite some time, intrigued by his dance.  He seemed to be performing some sort of ritual, for what reason I know not.  

As ghastly as he seemed, I found a sort of eerie beauty in the energy emanating from within his eyes, almost as if his heart and soul were were sculpted from the raw magic of Norrath. 

Truly a fantastic creature.