"Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead." – William Blake

I had a great time at the Bazaar this weekend! Thanks to everyone who came by to chat or buy weird art!

every cock is a work of art, worthy of being framed and hung

Cooking with gas.

nude reclining [n.a.2025]

Spermatozoa [2025]

Going forward, things are gonna get considerably weirder over there...

all used up [n.a..2025]

I made a 2nd account to drop uncensored NSFW art while I'm deciding what this project will be. @arthousesmut.bsky.social For now it'll mostly be me practicing lighting / posing with this weird mannequin thingy. But I will move onto human subjects pretty soon. Give it a follow if interested!

For all the thought I've given to Ionesco's Rhinoceros, I cannot believe I'm only just now realizing that the story is also constructed to be literally the exact opposite of the boy who cried wolf parable...

Wow, I don't think I'd realized how limited the social media options are for explicitly sexual content... Here is fine, apparently, but even Substack and Tumblr are somewhat limiting. I guess here and fetlife and reddit are the exceptions.

“God has died, and His death was the birth of the world.“ – Philipp Mainlander

Newsletter!

New email this Thursday! I'm gonna talk about Mailander. "God has died," he wrote, "and His death was the birth of the world."

Vanitas with Dice, Flowers, and Coins, by Neal Auch

"To view our era as unprecedented is both chauvinist and defeatist. It flatters our desire to be special and also our desire to be absolved for our failures." -- Danny Cohen on our (un)exceptional present. www.typebarmagazine.com/2025/08/29/w...

It's weird little bug orgy season, apparently. I actually wrote a body horror story inspired by weird bug orgies a while back: Orange Frenzy l, published in issue 2 of Tenebrous Press' Skull and Laurel magazine.

"We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all." – Joan Didion

Light reading for the spooky season.

"The presence of death annihilates all superstitions. We are the children of death, and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life. In the midst of life he calls us and summons us to him.” – Sadegh Hedayat

Skeptical...

Seven bucks!

Partner: "Oh, are those pictures from today?" *Looks at my laptop screen.* "Well... That's weird... I dont know how to feel about that..." So, I guess my transition into erotic art is going well?

“Lord, take pity on the Christian who doubts, on the skeptic who would fain belief, on the galley-slave of life who puts to sea alone, in the darkness of night, beneath a firmament illumined no longer by the consoling beacon-fires of the ancient hope.” ― Joris-Karl Huysmans, Against Nature

Vanitas with Lemons, Coins, and Teeth, by Neal Auch

Newsletter...

I'm very pleased to introduce the charming model who will accompany me on my journey into portraiture.

Tomorrow's newsletter is about the men who laugh at fruit bowls.

“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.” ― Pablo Neruda

Book...

Happy unnecessary hole installation day to those who celebrate! I try to celebrate with a few extra holes at least once a year, personally.

“There was a vase of flame-coloured tulips in the hall - surely the most graceful of flowers. Some thrust their heads forward like snakes, and some were very erect, stiff, virginal, rather prim. Some were dying, with curved grace in their death.” ― Jean Rhys

A page from a recent magazine feature about my art. Sinful bits censored because dear God won't somebody think of the children.

Vanitas for Tulip Mania

Among my fellow weeds.

MIDNIGHT ROOMS by @okokno.bsky.social is perhaps the most perfect book to read when you can't sleep for several nights in a row and you're already in a bit of an end-of-summer haze. Such a strange, lovely, terrifying dream state of a book. I hadn't read it before but am sure I will again.

The latest issue of esse contains analysis of my art through the lens of queering decay.

"Nothing useless or empty in things." – Roemer Visscher

Newsletter is now live.

New email tomorrow! All about consumerism and still life and death and I even toss in a brief reference to the most important issue of our time: the Cracker Barrel logo redesign.

"It's only in darkness you can see the light, only from emptiness that things start to fill." – Charles Wright, from his poem Looking Around

The latest issue of Esse Magazine includes Chris Gismondi's analysis of my art through the lens of queering decay. I also did the cover for this issue. So that's kind of fun. Thanks to everyone on the team for their thoughtful engagement with the work.

Hard at work on my inevitable transition into weirdo smut peddler.

Behind the scenes...

I should probably remind people that I had a novel called GIRL IN THE CREEK come out about a month and a half ago. It got a star in the Library Journal! And look at this awesome blurb from @keithrosson.bsky.social:

On locust avenue the fall's fire Collapses across the lawn, The trees bear up their ruin, and everything nudges our lives toward the coming ash. – Charles Wright, from Via Negativa

"In a dark time, the eye begins to see." – Theodore Roethke

Aniara (2018)

Vanitas with Candles, Lemons, and Tomatoes, by Neal Auch