sometimes it feels like there’s no saving us. we’re a memory etched on broken glass corroded by tireless waves of terroran endless atrophy that sparks such wildfires inside us.we are nothing more than dying stars and broken heartshands held so gently as though they’ll breakand arms wrapped so tightly in the hopes we willit’s a catastrophe, you seea shitshow of brilliance and violenceI want you ...

Decent people are buried; no family, no ceremonies... Americans, and immigrants; potters field, refrigerated mortuaries... Mixed messages from ethically tainted; fentanyl, methamphetamine cocktail hailed... Less confused than jaded... Overexposed verbally, visibly, yes; physically impaled... Six million cases of Covid-19; let me guess, those dying are not riot worthy... Communism, conspiracy th...

Skulls coming back to life using crystals magic glow sound cool to you? 🙃I came up with this idea and I want to turn into a series of illustrations..A setting in which after an apocalipse, objects were left behind, nature took over, a goblin was living inside it, something magical connected to the object and is now turning that skull back to life!.I know, kind of insane.But I'll keep drawing t...