We smoked them ’til their blood ran warm as the honey calmly sedated our nerves like oozing caramel melting on simmering tongues that spoke only of melodious things as it slithered down throbbing throats meant to turn and close like switch blades on lies, only to open harmoniously within the cadence of wings beating to […]Read More Pressure.
It’s 3am and I’m convinced I’m a rockstar. While everyone else is out of the town, I sat home alone and played with a bowl of water and a pair of underwear. I love digging through every last corner of the Internet for visual inspiration, whether it’s photos for backgrounds or techniques for painting. Sometimes […]Read More Fabric Study.