The widow in white, the color of mourning. Her antlers glowing, her body shifting like phases of the moon. In the background, hazy visions of rivers and fields and mountains behind. Everywhere the diffuse glow of starlight.
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
I love this blue. “The Dangers of Modern Living” is a phrase that pops up several times in the Et Cetera Discordia, mostly in Cram’s
A goddess sits in a void with blue stars and digital displays the only lights in the darkness. She holds a spear and the world
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 brightly colored background of overlapping circular patterns and stars with a mystical circle at the center. The text “Replacing one silly belief with another
Thousands upon thousands of daffodil blooms explode and overlap, shining through the last cold days and welcoming the sun in spring. The title text is
