Aim high, and be prepared to fall really fucking far
Stars and a landscape and some deeply suspicious smoke form the background for this almost inspirational text. It’s hard to see, but there’s a car crash hanging out way at the bottom of this one.
Grief isn’t something that happens in one go, and it isn’t something that stays in its box. I find every funeral I end up at
Look, I liked Handmaid’s Tale before it was cool. Fight me. Rusted and terrible gears shine in unnatural colors in the background behind this quote.
Mountains and rivers, rocks and fields blend and melt together in a blue-green mishmash of the essence of nature, faint hints of greys and purples
The first of my experiments in digital collage. The background is an oversaturated orangey mess of trees and architectural elements. The title text is scrawled
Two people in a dark, snowy wood, their fate ambiguous. A texture layer of insanely crusty paint highlights the pair and gives the whole scene
