The wastes beyond are filled with white sand, blasted by the stars which fall by moonlight. Here in the ruins of a tower shattered decades ago, at the edge of the unknowable reaches, the journey seems to...
I don't know how many times I've drawn myself in any kind of authentic way. I don't think it's a large number. There is a child-version of me...
This is the first of a new series I am working on featuring monsters. I have been feeling pretty burned out lately, and it takes a heck of a lot of time to put a painting together...
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The curtain pulls back, and there's no show to be seen.
🐚I painted Intermission in two parts. The first step was in March of last year, and in that version I had a very bland...
There is a well somewhere in the hills, but it cannot be used to get water.
A valley through which all souls travel twice. A road littered by the things cast off by weary travelers going home. A place where some linger and others slip away to see what awaits beyond the path....
I am in the midst of a pair of paintings for Hylozoist, as well as near the end of one more. I should have finished one of them in August, and the other two have been languishing...
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I stood at the shore of a river that cut through the mountain like a knife, beneath a narrow sliver of sky so gray. The water, clear of color and intent, having stripped the dirt from the...