This comes from a batch of images that incorporate small sections of lyrics or were otherwise inspired by music. The song for this one was “You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive,” but there wasn’t a single line I could pull that felt right, hence the paraphrasing.
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
The words for this one are a very old and stubborn mishearing of song lyrics from over a decade ago, happened to roll around on
A portrait of a woman at different stages of life: a student, a wife, a mother, a grandmother. She is centered in all her different
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
Chaotic blue and green swirls embrace a dark world of sharp angles and hinted urban decay. The central message is loud and clear: we may
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
