Tiny Jar of Lights

(Pencil and Ink on Paper)

Cascade

After a nerd conversation about polearms in close quarters, I thought I'd draw a quick and silly pun. But my brain wanted to argue about my assertion. So here we are:

Towers and Clouds

The Tower is the perfect card for this moment: hubris stacked on hubris stacked on hubris never ends well. Just don’t get confused about who the message of disaster is for. It’s the people who build the towers and try to shoot God in the face who see everything they hold dear collapse. And they deserve the fall.

(Ink on Paper)

In Dreams I Tell You I Love You

(Digital; drawn on my phone)

Angels on the Sideline Again

(Ink on Paper)

Noise

(Digital; drawn on my phone)

Applified

The snake now lives in this apple.

Page opposite of the eel of swords.

But unfolded they come apart…

…and become a myriad of things…

…in space instead of in a line.

(Ink and Gouache on Paper; Cut Paper)

Bundled

It was a balmy 20°F tonight; 38 degrees warmer than two days ago. To celebrate, the neighbors and I walked our dogs down the street together, as an impromptu parade in the winter dark.

(Digital; drawn on my phone)

I feel like I should add something of depth to the above paragraph. But that seems like a lie or, maybe, an inelegant attempt at linguistic finesse. If you see the meaning in the statement, telling you about it is insulting. If you don’t, then telling you about it is a waste of my fucking time.

And yours. Who’s got time to spare these days for anything less than natural synergy? Not me. It’s dark, it’s cold; I’m very much not in the mood.

Seashell Pink

(Acrylic on Canvas)

Enter the Era of the Hidden Order of the Worm

(It’s not the well-hidden Order, mind you. It’s right fucking here.)

My response to… you know, shit… I can’t actually come up with a concise word for whatever the hell is currently happening on a global, national, environmental, political, economic, spiritual, etc level. Whatever this egregious enfuckening is, my response is ridiculous, mind-spinning, imaginarium on LSD and homemade speed associative humor.

(Digital; drawn on my phone)

Which is why I spent tonight (oh sweet Christ do I want to put a pun verb in right here) working on my website, inserting hidden worms. Which then triggered the 365 Discord folks to produce more worms. Which I will now hide throughout the website. Much like the Order itself, the worms are not well hidden.