Some recent or semi-recent business. It's been slow going, with one thing or another, but the machine crawls forward.

Hours condensed into seconds. Not a lot of energy these days. It's a rocky time, but soon I will pick up this hammer anew.

Sketches from the road. I was on a bit of a beetle kick, and a robot kick, and a robot beetle kick. Plus mutant pig boy.

Seven Devils Box

within the lake, our Lord still lives

Three saints from the ongoing Patreon request/story process. It's a hell of a time, things are certainly getting weird.

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An old dream

It's been a hell of a year, but nothing compared to what 2025 will be. Hoary lords of space and time, wrack-showering upon the kingdoms of men, the wheel they grind hungry for grist, and toil we mount with burning hearts and bloodied teeth. Bring ye ruin, bring ye weal, and into the black future.

From the recent Patreon holiday request times. A hoot, clearly.

One more. Seems friendly enough.

Proof of concept. I have no idea what I'm doing.

Three more of these.

NPC portraits for a game that doesn't exist.

Visions terrible and glorious

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It's request week on Patreon/Instagram. Here are some results. It's a good time.

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Sketches from the road. I was in Paris for 9 days, lurking around cathedrals like a freak, drawing all their nice statues.

The last of the October paintings. 31 down, the text will be rewritten and the thing will be printed somehow next month. It'll be a real hoot.

A bunch of the October illustrations. 30 down, one more to go.

Day 18

Day 14

Day 13

The past few days. I cannot be stopped.

Day 8, playing catch-up today

Day 6

Day 3

Day 2. Text elsewhere, as I will not be edited by this robot. Choices will start in a couple days on instant gram.

Day 1. The text is too long, but this story is going on all month.

Planning stages for October's story. I'm going to write this thing choose-your-own-adventure style with everyone over on Instantgram, could be interesting.

Here's what I've been up to. Planning on doing a big story event for October, so that should be a real hoot.

The infantile treasure beast, dogged lurker, ever-chased, descended upon the pilgrim there among high peaks.

The Voidknight Goodewill rides atop its eternal steed, Gustav Doomsday. Sketch book never die.

Just keeping my hands busy over here. Recent sketchbookery.

Further sketchbookery.

Visitation at the threshold. Someday I'll paint this large scale. Someday.

Old sketch business. It seems like he is a big fan of this book, but unless you speak the language of cracking branches and groaning wood you're not going to get much from his insistent gesticulations.

Request weekend came to a close, just keeping the hands busy.

Request will over on instant gram always results in a couple of things what could become larger paintings in the future. This nice worm guy especially, worm guy never did anything wrong.

body of stars

This manuscript is terribly close to completion.

A woodland caravan appears.

The Redeemer walked upon the wind between the stars.

The beast rollicks, and screams.

The Beast of Night, incarnate vessel of the vagrant Lord Who Screams in the Stars, whose throne stands among towering trees in the heart of the wood.

body of earth

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