Trying Out Animation Because I've Always Had Weird Ideas That I Want Put Into Motion, So I Want To Get

This one has been my most worked on drawing yet and I plan to go much bigger in the future. It's come a long way since I started it months ago.

Found this mask at a pawn shop. Want to put a strap on it to make it wearable.

While deities, philosophies, and talismans are important methods of spiritual worship, I have found over time that my main method of worship is that of infinite detail. That, no matter how far in you look, or out you stretch, there is equal amount of detail on all levels. Every single living being, human or ant or single celled organism, is at the very center.

I feel sadness when someone steps on a spider, because I know that spider was just as consciously aware of itself as I am.

This, to me, is the meaning of connection, to have empathy for even the most minute level of consciousness imaginable. I've began to see that even the tiniest detail has everything to do with the goings on on a higher level, and vise versa where that tiny detail only exist because something else is going on at a lower level to make it what it is.

Concepts like this fascinated me to no end and have allowed me some peace of mind in the franticness and infuriation that arises from me due to our culture. Don't get so caught up in it all. Take a moment to step back and laugh at yourself for taking things so seriously.

I miss Colorado.

Utter words he should know

Scriptures that carve no lines in the snow

I've paid for his words, to hear him

Here he sits in silence

I will queeze what I can, from this fragile old man

A visionary, a sage,

Reader of books, empty on each page

Gone are the lines of which to read between

No shape nor name to bear on us certainty

Far too close but just away enough

To breathe a little deeper

To hope a little louder

Pissed on the bricks that shaped our shelter

I see the clay in them

And I have seen the clay in them

Breathing like an auger,

I spoke to the dreams

Brought back with them, an array of little oddlers

Seemingly, a voice and grain of sand to each

Seemingly, I ignored the breach

Spiteful insights tricklin' in

Set my blood alight

Seamlessly, neighbors made to parasites

Seamlessly, cold was made from warm nights

Grain by grain, the tide is pushed away

I will crawl deep down, outside the light of day

Pull myself away

The shore is lost as deserts are made

Each grain for I have paid

huge photo dump#1

"The Herder"

I'm proud of this one, being the first big drawing of a style I've begun to adopt and look forward to growing. In this, you'll see several stories and fragments of the goings on within my little skull. There are themes of herders and teachers, exploration of consciousness, funerals, overzealous desire, etc. I am working on a colored version of this that I would like to sell prints of.