Mountains of blue and green, rugged peaks and well-manicured terraces make up the bright background of this image, with some random jellyfish on the borders because I can’t help myself. bubbles of light float above, with errant sparks and a hint of a man in distress at the center.
The title message is derived from a Holy Nonsense page (Breathe) which itself was inspired by a line from Grant Morrison’s Invisibles comic. Everything comes from somewhere else.
Sometimes you’re so sick the only thing you can manage is goofing off in photoshop. Last week I had one of those days, and now
A winged figure vanquishes a foe in the center of a temple to knowledge. Layers of texture and warm brown tones muddy the water between
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
Rays emanate across a wild and wooded landscape, a small village nestled in the shadow of impossibly large mountains sits surrounded by fog and pine
A crowd gathers by ghostly yellow light in the hall of some ancient and enormous cathedral. The text “We danced and drank as the empire
A light re-write of an earlier piece, which may or may not have been part of the 2016 nightmare writing, over a background full of
