Poppies symbolize those who have fallen in war – particularly World War I, but the souls of the lost and forgotten use them to shout, “here I am” as we living tend to forget them within a generation. In honor of Memorial Day coming up, I’ve put together this scene reminiscent of a glade inContinue reading “A Fragrant Silence”
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.
So the Friday the 13th series of movies began with a mom mad at counselors for letting her child drown, wanting to prevent this from happening to other children, and going all murder hobo as a result. Since then, the series has been focused on Jason and the creative ways people shuffle off this mortalContinue reading “Horror Equality”
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”
This digital art (because what else would it be) started because I was listening to the song of the same name by the Mission UK, off their Carved in Sand Album. Extrapolating from there, I looked up the idiom, butterfly on a wheel, and found that it originated from Alexander Pope’s 1735 poem “Epistle toContinue reading “Butterfly on a Wheel”
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.
Can art still shock and offend? Can it still cause questions to be asked? Can it drive a conversation? In today’s digital artwork, which for some reason just finished a four-hour rendering (maybe the rig was offended), I explore the dark side of the Romanticism movement. I’ve drawn on David Caspar Friedrich, who IMHO isContinue reading “Postpartum”
The battlefield, you hate it, yet it’s your job to go. Souls need the guidance to the afterlife. They cry for their mothers, their God, even though if you’d ask them before coming, they were adamantly atheist, but as soon as you arrive, they plead for you to free them from their destroyed bodies. ForContinue reading “Take Me in Your Arms, It’s alright.”
Humans don’t think the animal world gets along, but that’s just what they want us to think since we’re the most violent species on the planet. Here, a hidden photo, smuggled at great lengths, shows crows attempting to convey the experience of flight to mice. Don’t hate, one day I will be gone and theContinue reading “Learning to Fly”