On a night that smelled of rain and memory, a silver dragon sat upon the cold stones of an ancient castle. A heavy chain rested around its neck, forged of iron...yet its true strength lay not in the metal, but in all the things that held it there: duty, fear, and habit. Above, the moon rose, and with it came another...a white dragon, light as mist, free as the wind. Landing upon the wall, the gaze was gentle and clear. No words were spoken, no fire burned. Only presence filled the silence....

At first glance, it may seem surprising: Maleficent as a pig. Why did I choose to portray the powerful dark fairy in this unusual form?...

An open book. A chessboard hidden within. A hand moving a piece. A gaze following every move. For some, it’s just a game. For others, a...