I Miss The Mess We Were
A couple stare into each others eyes in the center of an unreal celestial maelstrom, clouds and nebulas merging with foggy mountains and half-seen forests. The title text is beside them, barely visible. They cannot see what is coming.
Normal
Anything can become normal, so let us take that power for ourselves. Let us make a routine of our resistance. Let us settle into the rhythm of the fight. Let us make merry as we lobby and protest, and drink to the neverending Revolution.
Priscilla Esmeralda Samantha Thumb
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 forms in a pink bloom, with a green wilderness all around. Gaming dice are overlaid, and the title is the name of her long time D&D character. Miss you, mom.
Yellow
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 scribbled over the flowers, overwhelmed by the lightness of rebirth.
Nothing Is For Naught
The Witch of Edross
The Farthest Star
A girl perches on a fence, looking up at an enormous statue of the Buddha. Echoes of cathedrals and sacred halls define her path to enlightenment, and feathers fall in the foreground. The title text is written in a messy hand script.
Urban Unsorted
A variety of decaying urban spaces decorated with moldering paint and fresh graffiti jostle for space in a dour, blocky composition.
Tear Us Apart
Ghostly castles and manors dominate a landscape of mountains and cliffs, with fairy lights and flowers under a brooding sky. The title text hangs at the center, with a bouquet behind.
Authorized
The Cathedral
Dangling exotic lamps float in defiance of the laws of physics, framing a hallway with a cathedral ceiling and a floor of Hindu sculptures. Starlight burns through the doors on the far end.
Obligated
Pastel blues and pinks blush over a harsh landscape of snowy mountains and dangerous wooded paths. A girl sits in the center, hair blown into her face, alone in the wilderness. An angel comforts a statue to her right, and to her left shadows of a woman collapsed in grief overlays the scene