Inktober and Scaretober

Hey all! Long time no see! Monday is October 1st, and that means the beginning of some of my favorite writing and drawing challenges. There's Inktober and Scaretober in October, and NaNoWriMo in November. For those of you who aren't familiar with Inktober, it is a challenge to produce 31 ink drawings during the month... Continue Reading →

Return of the Teacher: A Necromantic Scene

“We can’t keep running like this,” said Phren, out of breath. “We have to stop her. You’re a necromancer, how do we stop her?” “I have no idea. This isn’t some lost soul in the wilderness. This is a rotted goddess!” “There’s no hiding from this thing,” continued Phren, “and there’s no throwing it off.... Continue Reading →

apathy: a poem

for someone who doesn’t care i sure do care a lot apathy is only painful when it’s a mask covering a whole lot of pathy a whole lot of feelings a whole lot of love and pangs if i was really apathetic i wouldn’t keep pulling people aside to tell them to prove to them... Continue Reading →

My Year in Art and Writing

A lot has changed this year, even just art-wise for me. In the spirit of reflection, I thought I'd compare some of the stuff I made early in the year to the stuff I made later. Hopefully I've improved a little bit. The top row is drawn in ink, and the bottom row is drawn... Continue Reading →

Inktober and a little NaNo

Hey all! As promised in my previous post, here are the results of my Inktober. One thing that is different between this year's Inktober and last year's, is that this year, I dabbled a bit in sequential art whereas last year, the thought of making even a two-panel comic scared me to death. It still... Continue Reading →

comic and a little pep

  A little different kind of post today. I've been focusing on Necromantic, so I haven't done much with the Countersink kids lately. I've been playing with different art mediums, as well. I've been doing more drawing, making videos, and mixing music. I used to feel like I had to choose one thing to be... Continue Reading →

nightwish was my jam: a poem

Thumping base and opera, the talk of nomadic mystics on fire content to be shut out. Those fingers of timbre and rhythm reached through my chest and spread into my lungs. They planted seeds that grew into trees and filled me up. Included in the excluded, in the crazies and dreamers with passion eating them... Continue Reading →

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