Wet Wings

When I’m drawing, I’m thinking about the skeletons within the bodies i draw, the separation of them all and making sure everything is clear. This didn’t feel like the right way to go in a piece about blurriness AS physical mass, so instead of taking out my sketchbook i went to the kitchen and made […]

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I just want to get something off my chest.

“Thou call’dst me dog before thou hadst a cause; But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs.” — Shylock, The Merchant of Venice Something that always appealed to me about horror was the fact that it felt like home. It was a place where I could belong, something as a trans man, I’d never […]

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