Friday, October 30, 2015

Scorching The Unicorn

Scorching the Unicorn
She was a mythical digital creature to be tracked and hunted. Analog traps for an electric beast. We could see ourselves in this system, and her downlink made the our avatars shimmer with watery glints of data. The blood would be a never ending flow of future secrets. She trusted us, but we would burn her network. There was no hesitation in our sin because we believed as Coriolanus; that "Action is Eloquence".

Ballpoint pen on 8.5x11

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

3 Plane Drawings and a Dream

Some drawings from an 8+ hour flight back from Spain.
-Owl Key
-The Museums
-Tiger Toilet

And sketch for a dream I had where I was floating around the ceiling of a cathedral, scared of the heights, upset that I was bumping against priceless frescos, and worried that the locals wouldn't like the fact that an astronaut had the keys they needed for their service.

Operator Is Standing By!

Call Now! Operator is here twenty-four-seven, waiting to talk to you! Space Catz running wild? He'll patch you through for interstellar catnip!* A bad case of the Melts? He'll help order a new sword!** Portal collapsing? He'll connect you to temporal control for a new modulator and get them to throw in a free Plutonium Slug-Tree!*** Offer expires while you wait! He lives to help, so help him live and give him a call! Lines are always open!

*Requires pre-approval, not available in all realities. Taxes and fees remain a mystery.
**Except where prohibited. Offer not valid in the outer nebulas. Must live within a 10 parsec delivery area.
***Use only as directed. Sentience not guaranteed, we're only guessing what this thing is.

Acrylic paint and pen on canvas board

Sunday, September 6, 2015

The Citadel

The Citadel
They thought she was just a library; a sleepy pile of dust and books. A surprise attack, and one more point on the map would fall into the void. The Mayor and his friends would be demoralized and pushed one step closer to surrender. She was just a library... of every book on tactics and strategy and war from all reaches and realms. Her charge was efficient and precise. Her defenses were impervious and elegant. Her plan was ruthless and thorough. To celebrate her quick and decisive victory, she settled down on the edge of the darkness with tea and an ancient book on great sea battles.

Acrylic and Ink on Canvas


Things we do not know:
- The nature of her mission.
- Where she is going, and how long until her return.

Things we know:
- The beast will keep you safe while she is gone.
- She will see new constellations and old gods flowing together on the river of time.
- Corpus omne perseverare in statu suo quiescendi vel movendi uniformiter in directum, nisi quatenus illud a viribus impressis cogitur statum suum mutare.
- Your M.O.T.H.E.R. loves you very much.

Ink on maternity mannequin
Approximately 17x32

We Came to Hunt

We Came to Hunt
Left to fend for herself, she hid from the shadows, only coming out for her nightly show. Traffic was flowing slowly but smoothly toward an open season. Like all explorers in a new world, we would make specimens and trophies of the locals. Our machines of collection would rattle and fuss and the robots would dance and sing along.

Ink on mannequin leg
28” tall

Monday, May 11, 2015

All Travel A Test

The First Crew.
Systems check normal until Video feed interrupt at Oh-eight-twenty. Sudden thoughts of forgotten species and lost pets. Trying to re-establish emotional link with the captain, but she's not responding. Telecommand is attempting to get a lock.
Lock equals negative.
Repeat, Lock equals negative. We are blind on the station. How are we on audio?
Must have something to do with the anomaly reported at Oh-eight hundred. I told them not to touch it!
Feed is back up. Static is clearing. Urges to cry are subsiding. Something is wrong with the crew! Check cameras eight and fifteen! Call up infra-red! What the (expletive deleted) happened to them? Where are those screams coming from?

Pen and ink on paper

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Aphex Twin Syro LP update

Adding some color to my Aphex Twin Syro LP. 3 12"x12" panels inspired by the music (and some nods to his other albums). #aphextwin #warprecords #syro

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Predicted History of the Prophecy Wars 4

Predicted History of the Prophecy Wars #4
Some Cats don't want to pick a side. Ears and tail twitch. Wait for the Pareidolia-Deja Vu to minimize.
I have seen your face in my coffee. This is an ill omen.
I will see your face in my coffee. This was an ill omen.
I saw your face in my coffee. This will be an ill omen.
Claws extend and retract. Life conjugated in anxious tenses. The Anxiety Boson is the tension which holds the universe together.
He fires up a relativistic inverter and hopes Captain Concernicus was right about this timeline.
Hemmed in by wandering Event Horizons, he smiles when he sees your face in the last glimpse of a nebula.

Pen and ink on paper