Giant Worm Story: Zine
Zine: If the lifeblood of San Francisco came alive.
it's a little unclear
Zine: If the lifeblood of San Francisco came alive.
A picture of San Francisco with a different approach to living.
Maya has a message for people who have something to say about her missing an arm.
Erika - emerging, outgrowing, pushing free
From Nona the Ninth
The forecast on rumregn: shards of ancient debris
Documenting my python devenv setup
Selections from inktober
Selections from inktober
Selections from inktober
Selections from inktober
Selections from inktober
Selections from inktober
From the pits of the Ninth House
That spring, the wind ceased to speak. - Of an old practice, technological progress, and resistance.
A surpassing sculpture, and its sculptor.
'She said we're like lotus blossoms. They bloom in mud and make the world fragrant.
How can you collapse that which has no structure? How can you erase that which has no name?
Pose practice made into my newest obsession.
Zine: On retribution, restoration, and redemption.