| It started with a question from Steve's son, "What happens to people when they go into a coma?" Fancying himself a modern day Pausanias, and believing he had some insight into the matter, Steve began an illustrated travelogue of a place he claims to have visited while completely unconscious - the Comaverse. Many viewers of Steve's digital paintings have theorized that he is unstable. That, however, has never been clinically proven. The travelogue is always a work in progress. |
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