Welcome, one and all, to SekretCity International! 

Thank you very much for coming to visit this window onto our little world, we sincerely hope that you enjoy your time here. Please relax and peruse what we have to offer. Make yourself at home, you're always welcome.

When i first began painting seriously in 2006, I started by signing with my true given name, Christopher Conn Askew, but soon switched to signing all of my works as SekretCity International, a name that refers to the secret little city that i keep inside, my own inner world of dreams and nightmares, of desires and fears, and most of all, of questions and mysteries. At that point i decided to try and bring just a little bit of this world out of me, and manifest it in my paintings and any other medium i could get my sweaty little hands on. Every stroke of a new painting helps make this world more real within me, makes the characters come alive inside me. Art, in all of its many forms, appears to me to be the closest we can come to making magic in this 'real' world. I feel that this living world within me, not the shallow mask known as my personality, deserves the proper credit (for better or worse) for whatever efforts i have managed to realize in the supposed 'reality' of this insane planet. 

Seven years ago, SekretCity was nothing more than a fictitious name i used for my paintings, and now SekretCity International is a 'real' company, and, with the help of my new business partners, Mr. Q and Dr. S, our little family has combined forces to bring as many as possible of my creations to life, and to make them available to you, whoever you are, wherever in the world you are, be it Strasbourg, Milwaukee, Osaka, Srinagar, Montevideo, Alexandria, Kalgoorlie, or Antarctica.

Though all are welcome, this is not a city for everyone. This is a city populated by martyrs, talking animals, gods and goddesses, soldiers, whores, saints, thieves, suicides and monks. A city full of stairs that lead nowhere, of windows that look out onto starry blackness, or onto the gentle misty blues of a slowly falling evening. A city of endless open doors and smoky hallways, forgotten rooms and locked cellars, of hidden gardens and empty fountains. A city of glowing urban lights and quiet suburban shadows, of  tender silences, and of the clang and boom of swords and drums. A city where the ghosts of the past link arms with those of the future and dance, drunkenly, under paper lanterns by the river's edge. A city surrounded by dark, deep forests whose lush foliage hides and nurtures dark figures, strange creatures, and night blooming flowers to be used in the secret rituals of feral children. Above all, a city of Secrets.

I sit and I scrape away at my spirit's fantasy, grind it into a paste, and smear little bits of all of this out onto paper, wood, and copper plates, into skin, into rings and jewels, and soon into many things i haven't even tried yet. I must create or lose my mind, so i choose to create. I sincerely hope that you enjoy at least some of the results of my labor. If you like it here, please feel free to come back and spend some time in our little world whenever you like, there's always something new to see every week, and we're always looking for new citizens in SekretCity!

Cheers!

Christopher Conn Askew