About Alex
Alex Nichols was not born; she was thrust upon the world in a beam of profane light. Echoes of impish laughter follow her pilgrimage across our scarred earth as she futilely searches for meaning. She is small, true, but her curiosity is boundless. She draws sometimes.
“I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.”
As a child, she had a predilection for drawing horses in wheelchairs and exploding eyeballs. Her fondness for the bizarre has never faded and her head now swims with faniciful and melancholic imagined worlds.
Email Me
alexis@cakefist.com