Callisto. Jupiter’s Moon. Its surface is the most ancient in the solar system. Any new crater will erase an older one…black waves coming, black waves going. This strand has a deep space feel. Clean, astringent starlight colluding with dark matter. Whispers of subsurface oceans and halophiles.… Read More
This light garland murmurs secrets pertaining to balance, softness, and the reaper’s unflagging procrastination.
A sudden evaporation of the tension imbued on bodies by time. The past, present and future melt into a mute, indeterminate swirl.
Black swirls and resonant whites.… Read More
An ode to anatomy. Lovely ligaments stretching, writing sentences in a script of contortions and grace. A strand drenched in the fluidity of torsos. Atomic compilations.
Hand drawn bodies of flowing ink alive on thrumming backdrops of blue and Spanish red.… Read More
These star people have wildly different countenances. Each of their hearts fires with an alien biology. Beat, offbeat, eagerness, agony. This strand is a nod to all of us aliens, living together. Bound to all the other extrapolations of life throbbing elsewhere in the cosmos.… Read More
The Society of National Industry had the pleasure of being a part of the exquisite mise en scène of this woodsy union. The supersaturated strand of pinks, magentas, brilliant red-oranges, purples, and neon tangelo were a custom order to match the sizzling attire of the bride’s lady posse.… Read More
Hello.
Some of you know us in real life, some of you don’t. Perhaps you have noticed that we have dialed back this project for the past year and a half or so. Here’s an update. We went through some major transitions, in the personal universe, the practical universe, and in the creative universe.… Read More
The sky churns into a bloody, angry mustard. The sky seethes with rain and light. A rare occurrence around the Puget Sound. This strand is a nod to the lovely vehemence playing across summer skies elsewhere. The soft blue-gray tessellations become domes and towers of black.… Read More
Hey y’all, we just found out we’re gonna be at Short Run Comix and Arts Festival at the Seattle Center this fall. November 5 to be exact, slangin’ zines and prints. It’s our first zine fest. I’m pumped. Dreamy Ziney, The Alphabet Book, and more in the DIY/Self-Reliance Series (specifically about free food) comin your way.… Read More
Early stage process piece.
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