PROJECTS

POCKET GALLERY

a landscape drawing looking out over a coastal forested mountain. on the horizon an eye rises in the sky where the moon should be

an assortment of pieces done in boxes measured out using a baseball card. I would like to thank john morris. no clue what else you did but the card is very sturdy.

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PLACEHOLDER TEXT

an icy landscape where red grass thrives, pillars of rusted metal stand in the distance

the last thing i remember seeing before waking up was a sort of harbor far in the distance, in a place where there used to be nothing. this structure was wooden, with metal cranes sticking up every which way, overlapping and the like. there was a building there, something that i assume was a cannery, that was what i called it in my mind at least, it was too tall, and too thin to be practical. all of this was built on black grey wood and red metal, sticking out of the ice like an oil rig. there were boats trapped by it, too small to carry more than a few people. this place was far from me, i could only really see bits an pieces of it at a time through the snow. despite everything the place was not cold. despite the white being blinding it was not cold.

THERE WILL BE MORE HERE SOME DAY

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maybe i'll show off my clay creations. maybe i wont. who knows.

THE THINGS I MAKE AS AN EXCUSE TO USE THE PRINTER

booklets. zines. whatever you call em. they're fun to make.

THE PIT scraps from a story I've lost the thread for.

STORIES FOR TINY THINGS bits and pieces of story invented for tiny miniatures. (PRINTABLE VERSION)

a pressed fennel flower. when hovered over the image reads as follows 'THERE WAS A FENNEL PLANT I PASSED REGULARLY IN MY TRAVELS. GROWING IN THE CRACKS OF A CONCRETE BRIDGE IT FLURISHED FOR WEEKS. LEFT AMONG WEEDS IT FLOWERED. LIKE A WEED IT WAS CUT DOWN BY THE CITY. I MISS IT ALL THE SAME'
an orange serpent with blue feathers. text is overlayed on its center reading as follows: return. this image works as a link.