A valley through which all souls travel twice. A road littered by the things cast off by weary travelers going home. A place where some linger and others slip away to see what awaits beyond the path....
I am in the midst of a pair of paintings for Hylozoist, as well as near the end of one more. I should have finished one of them in August, and the other two have been languishing...
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I stood at the shore of a river that cut through the mountain like a knife, beneath a narrow sliver of sky so gray. The water, clear of color and intent, having stripped the dirt from the...
I don't remember if I explicitly said as much, but I planned from the outset to post one painting a week. For a while I was remarkably consistent about this, and with good reason: I...
I have heard that space is humanity's final frontier. It's strange to think about. We will someday settle that frontier, if we do not kill ourselves first and if an unknowable interstellar intelligence...