“Possible is huddling in a dark cave, picking fleas out of each others fur and wishing for bison. Literally everything else humans have accomplished used to be impossible.”
-P3nT4gr4m
The text is framed in the center, while behind a loose crowd of people walk along in a cave of unimaginable scale, stalactites sharing space with abstract digital designs reminiscent of rulers and mystical diagrams.
An early digital collage I built from images that included a messy old attic and a forest floor. I added a layer of really simple
A couple sit, leaning into each other for comfort in a space that combines a rocky seashore and the rigid structure of the halls of
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 hooded figure rests against a tree trunk at a wooden bridge, though it’s unclear whether they are merely tired or worse. The woods are
