Limbs. Digital photo montage, 2008 / 2013.
My scanner is broken so there will probably be a brief increase in digital work.
She is born from shrapnel. Forged from pain and confusion. The process of growth is tedious and difficult. But she must move forward. The only alternative is death.
I really enjoy this grainy zine look. Has the neat aesthetic of a lot of noise / industrial record art but instead of gore or whatever it’s a manipulated self portrait.
Royce gave me two zines over the weekend: her debut of Vessa, Queen of the Desert and the latest issue of Odium Comix, which I printed on my risograph. I’m already a big fan of Ms. Icon’s work but Vessa is my new favorite. It’s halfway between Red Sonja with a dick and Conan with tits, slaying her enemies in a barren wasteland populated by eyeless mutants and sentient demon goo. Odium 3 is the best issue yet. Max Clotfelter has a one pager in it that leads into his new minicomic BUSTER. I like that Max ties a loose chronology into his anthology pieces so you get a serialized window into his back alley universe. Lots of weird, grimy, awesome work here. Thanks for the comics!
Oh shit thanks Jack! I somehow missed this the first time around!
So uh this is a kind of heavy weird comic about dealing with my mom raping me. It’s obviously personal but reblogging it is fine. I’ll probably be doing more of these over time, I’m sorry if they’re a bummer. I’m just kind of using art as therapy and throwing out into the ether because it’s all I know how to do.
Tell me I’m pretty or I will cry.
Untitled warrior lady
ink and acrylic on an index card, 2013.
There is an emptiness inside myself that cannot be filled. I must accept that it exists and try not to let it consume me.
Don’t let the bastards take your soul.
Drinking Vodka at 4 am. Listening to bad pop music. trying not to think about killing myself.
Oh my genitals, I’m a janitor. Art inspired by the song “Janitor” by Suburban Lawns.