"Posthumous Bearing of Neurogermination" [12x16 watercolor and ink on paper]
"If you could flip a switch and open your third eye, you’d see that we should never be afraid to die."

"Posthumous Bearing of Neurogermination"
[12x16 watercolor and ink on paper]

"If you could flip a switch and open your third eye, you’d see that we should never be afraid to die."

I, Pazuzu

11x15 watercolor, ink, and acrylic
"I am Pazuzu, son of Ḫanpu, King of the evil wind-demons (lilû). I ascended a mighty mountain that quaked, and the (evil) winds that I ran into there were headed West. One by one, I broke their wings.”

I, Pazuzu

11x15 watercolor, ink, and acrylic

"I am Pazuzu, son of Ḫanpu,
King of the evil wind-demons (lilû).
I ascended a mighty mountain that quaked,
and the (evil) winds that I ran into there were headed West.
One by one, I broke their wings.”

Interested in prints, shirts, bags, pillows, and all types of shit with my art on it? Check out my Society6 page, where you can find all of that stuff. I’ll be working on adjusting prices once sales get going, as well as adding more artwork on there. Let me know if there’s anything you want to see on a shirt or whatever.

Also, new art coming very soon. I’ve been in a weird spot for a few weeks now and haven’t been able to do too much, but times are changing and I will soon be living in my own place with my own studio.

The Decrepit14x22 Acrylic, Watercolor, and ink"Lingering within, ambition seeps throughLaborous constraints render it unheard.In the Catacombs of Sorgen, the tool weeps too,Begging a halt be observed.Programmed to share all that was undeservedLed to a past of trust to the deep nocturnal,The silence in which the Vampyre can’t unnerve.A sanctuary from the tyranny of the Pseudomaternal”

The Decrepit

14x22 Acrylic, Watercolor, and ink

"Lingering within, ambition seeps through
Laborous constraints render it unheard.
In the Catacombs of Sorgen, the tool weeps too,
Begging a halt be observed.
Programmed to share all that was undeserved
Led to a past of trust to the deep nocturnal,
The silence in which the Vampyre can’t unnerve.
A sanctuary from the tyranny of the Pseudomaternal”

20x16 Acrylic, watercolor, and ink on canvas panelRemembering the golden days, before it had gone too far.—If I could start againa million miles awayI would keep myselfI would find a way

20x16 Acrylic, watercolor, and ink on canvas panel

Remembering the golden days, before it had gone too far.


If I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself

I would find a way