NO ART

Woke up feeling wrong. Acrylic and ink on canvas

“Full of pigeons and places to hide”-the weakerthans. “you can call em rats with wings but at least they’ve got wings”- hobo sage

“Derjenige, der gräbt“ the saint of all those who crawl and claw and dig and those who make homes beneath stones and keep graves company. colored pencil and ink on paper.

The new guy was helping me Practicing using deliberate lighting and color to improve compositing

“Krol kapusa saint of the dark forest.” If you find yourself in the forest at night lost and afraid Do not follow strange lights but find comfort in the blackness.
Graphite and colored pencil on paper

“Saint felinus” acrylic and gold leaf on wood.

Letting the new guy check out the shop while i work… still hasnt told me his name or where he came from but im sure once he trust me some more ill find out.

Looks like the new arrival has settled right into the strange little collective that the felted beasties have been building, as i found him and my copepod co-pilot sharing a smoke and chatting it up like the oldest of friends.

Watching a lot of old soviet stop motion lately and i think it seeped out of my head and into the felt to birth this dark little fellow. -felt