A fractal sphere floats in an empty stairwell, tiles of the real and imaginary interacting in absolutely eye-searing pink. The text reads “Blessed are those who keep alive their sense of humor” and it rests at the center with decorative dividers above and below. Small monsters are hidden throughout.
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
A variety of decaying urban spaces decorated with moldering paint and fresh graffiti jostle for space in a dour, blocky composition.
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
An army in the deep! Shells and bubbles and waves and things! Depressing text! I’m playing in an Exalted game right now set in the
This is the part where I’m supposed to tell you about the deep symbolism of the rusty pattern and bright yellow hills, the water-worn dock
One figure fishes while another sits in contemplation, they overlap but do not interact. The vast sea is overlaid with mysterious creatures and visions of
