She has braved the passing centuries from her imprisonment in Csejte. She’s older, wiser, and far, far more dangerous.
Continuing an apparent theme that fits in with Memorial Day and the senselessness of war – this is really more of a modern take on an earlier era. It’s rare that a soldier is left / forgotten on the battlefield these days, as the thousand kilometer frontlines went out with World War II, still, occasionallyContinue reading “Aftermath Remembered”
Imagine a world with no humans to disregard all of your qualities, your capability to heal, your natural beauty, and your connection to all things wished for; this is the dream of the dandelion.
As the title says, please take this time to enjoy the oxygen the plant life on this rock give you and the symbiotic return of your hot air for them to recycle. Please sort your recyclables and ensure your tray is up and seat in the upright position as the Earth celebrates another solar birthday.Continue reading “Happy Earth Day 2021”
The Bluebell is a tree that blooms only once in a 1000 years, it’s bioluminescent flowers both fragrant and beautiful. The sentient tree is shy, however, and pulls its azure petals in tightly when gazed upon, so one must trick it by using a mirror or camera to view it.
I did promise flowers would be my next one, and dandelions used to be a valuable one. It’s edible and herbal properties well known among natural healers. Now it’s a money maker for Glyphospate in order to spread invasive species of grass – but I digress. The doodle I present you is not about theContinue reading “After the Rain”
I’m truly sorry I’ve not done anything in the last couple of days. I’m working through proposals at work (to pay for my art!) and skin cancer to boot, but last night at 3ish, I made this video of recent art (going back to October (ish). I’ll get creative again soon! I kind of wantContinue reading “Video of Recent Art”
I may be killing off the last of any artistic reputation I’ve built up with this, but it’s an oil, stencil telling of a secret, buried in the winter, coming to light in the spring. Inspired by Apple Crown Royal, now empty, and the song Electric Love, by Børns, on repeat. Nap time.
The idea for this digital art popped up around 2am, when my mind was playing out scenes of queerly anomalous and calamitous theatrics that awoke me from my prodigious sleep. I dare not expose my eyes at such an unholy hour to the preternatural light of a monitor to render such visions into artwork. So,Continue reading “She Loves Me Not”