a meandering, hyper-detailed work exploring the human form (with it’s frailty) and stream of consciousness. the only pencil used was to define the outline of the figure, everything else was straight pen and it was an exercise in zen-like focus, seat of the pants imagination and pure fun.


hyper detail, human, recline, figure, posthuman, imagination, planets, scissors, faces, frailty, album cover, music, skull, rot, body, corpse, stuck, pain, shading, ink

i was born, i will die. my work is about the contradictions between the macabre and the comic and thus serves to exhibit the eternal dichotomy of both abhorrence and enjoyment of the human condition.

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