The World is too beautiful not to paint.

Nothing pithy or interesting about me, so I’ll just let the art speak for me. If you twist my arm, I’m not a professional artist. I started in 2014 with spray-paint on drywall, as I was inspired by graffiti. Next, I drifted towards acrylic on canvas. I’ve done experimental sculpture art too, and now I’m primarily a digital artist. Who knows what the future holds?

If you like what you’re seeing, can you please share my work to as wide an audience as possible. I don’t have the art-school friends, influencers, or the shady investments masquerading as art sales to drive any kind of popularity, but I think someone out there would like this work. Thanks!

Latest Posts are below, more in the footer. The menu doesn’t have my latest work so it’s better to just go by the posts.

  • Patreon Site

    Okay, now my Patreon page is live. Contained therein is the art I did today, so, immediate benefit. I’m putting a 14 day hold on publishing artwork publicly to give people some semblance of value-add, while I figure out the other bennies. So far, I have one tier – the “We’re Gonna Need a Bigger Boat” tier, which gets you early access to this stuff for $3.

  • Death on Demeter

    The Demeter was a very unlucky ship. Decades before it would become famous as the transport of a more famous vampire, it was found adrift in the Black Sea, it’s crew ripped asunder by some inhumanly strong being. Records recovered in the port of Varna showed that the ship onboarded several crates of antique furniture and a giant portrait of a noblewoman, supposedly that of Justina Szilágyi de Horogszeg, second wife of Vlad al III-lea Țepeș, aka Vlad the Impaler, son of Vlad II Dracul. The collection was destined for Montenegro, a vibrant coastal town on the Adriatic. Traveling with the collection was a young woman of questionable nobility, and some wealth, who was presented as the custodian of the shipment. Her fate is ultimately unknown, as she was not found among the bodies of the crew on the smoldering vessel. The ship was subsequently towed back to Varna for refit, but soon found itself bridled with an unwanted nickname, Justina’s Larder, for in the run-down waterfront shops and taverns, a rumor persisted that the missing traveler bore an uncanny resemblance to the 400 year-old portrait of the long dead queen.

  • Moonfall

    What happens if the moon falls out of the sky? The faeries of this world know. It started as a project to see if I could smooth out the shape of a circle, which I did. I mapped an image of the moon to it, then made it reflective, which made it cooler. I was then, like, “what now?”, so I added fey and some other elements. It was mainly for practice, there are some things I don’t like about it (the expression is one thing, I couldn’t get that sense of wonder, excitement, fear, and happiness at something falling from the sky). I finished this last night but have been too busy to upload it until now.

  • New Plan – Run

    Silene had known this wasn’t going to be easy. Their kingdom had been plagued by a fire-spewing dragon dwelling in a nearby cave / pond, poisoning the countryside. To prevent it from affecting the city itself, the people offered it two sheep daily, then a man and a sheep, and finally their children and youths, chosen by lottery. One time the lot fell on the king’s daughter – Silene herself. The king offered all his gold and silver to have his daughter spared, but she refused to give in to the terror, and she had altruistic plans for that gold… okay, maybe there also was a new Arabian steed for herself in there somewhere. Willingly, Silene went out to the lake, dressed as a bride, to be fed to the dragon. But there was a surprise under that dress, a fully armored and operational battle warrior, for she had been training with the Empire across the sea. As the wyrm drew near, the people of the kingdom scattered. Silene tore off her dress, revealing the bronzed body underneath. “Now, is your final moment, Dragon!,” she screamed defiantly, drawing her sword. Looking behind him, the Dragon, Aureus, called to unknown persons “Hey townspeople and sheep, she doesn’t want to come to the party…. hold on, what? Okay.” Turning back to Silene, the wyvern spoke, “Listen, I’ve been drinking hard today, because you townies know how to party, but it aggravates my terrible heartburn, and the Slippery Elm I’ve asked your people to harvest – paying a living wage mind you is…. uh, oh no, here comes another attack. New plan, you should runnnnnn!”

  • Most Lichen to Succeed

    “Send Lichen Wildbone,” someone in the crowd yelled, and all the other Faery folk quickly agreed. “Cowards,” she mumbled, rising from her seat in the dark corner where she had been sipping potent nectar, the teacup clattering on the table, causing a hush to fall on the room. Moving through the crowd, many stepping back and lowering their eyes to not meet the powerful gaze of the one-eyed witch, Lichen arrived in front of the Mayor. “I will warn the giants of their crimes against the Earth Mother,” she whispered, snapping her fingers, her staff flying from its position by her former seat into her hands, “and will be back before the Solstice.” Abruptly she turned and left, the crowd breathing a collective sigh of relief. “Can she do it?,” someone asked the mayor. “I’ve no doubt, if anyone can, she is most Lichen to succeed.”

Would you like to own a copy of one of these digital works? I’ve been slowly listing them as Non Fungible Tokens (NFT) on Open Sea. Basically, you get a copy (usually 1 of 10) digitally signed by me. The link to Open sea is here:

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