A hooded figure walks on a dark beach towards a city among the stars, positively glowing with promise in the unfeeling void. It’s unclear whether the figure is the doom implied in the title looming overhead, or merely an observer of the ephemeral.
“The only thing you ever did to break my heart was stop taking care of yours.” Download the full size image here
A resigned angel overlooks a stony shoreline, even the sky is cracked and gray. Download the full size image here This is the background for
Shadows of a ghostly woman hover over an alpine lake and diminutive waterfall, the blue and green landscape pockmarked with paint splatters. The title text
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
Reds and oranges and fire and destruction! There’s one non-destroyed city view, layered on top of bombed out ruins and a roaring fire. A rock
An intimidating mountain dominates a scene filled with geometric patterns and natural formations, the sky swirling with metamorphic layers, the ground nearly barren with only
