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

Breath is a play by Nobel prize winning author Samuel Beckett, written for an erotic review and consisting entirely of nothing more than a dimly lit pile of trash, accompanied by the sound of breathing.Tomorrow's newsletter will unpack the play's meaning and defend it as an important work of art.

"There stands death, a bluish distillate in a cup without a saucer." – Rainer Maria Rilke

Vanity of vanities, says the teacher. All is vanity.

Skeptical...

Behind the scenes. Next week's email offers an in-depth analysis into an obscure play that contains no actors and has a total runtime of about 30 seconds.

"We wake in the middle of a life, hungry. We smear durian along our mouths, sing soft death a lullaby. Carcass breath, eros of licked fingers and the finest perfume. What is love if not rot?" – Jane Wong, from her poem After Preparing the Altar, the Ghosts Feast Feverishly

I am become selfie.

"Come on, the bone's waiting for us, let's go to that bone! We'll gnaw it together–do you want to?–together! Me with you, you with me! See, I already have it in my mouth! And now you! Now you!" – Witold Gombrowicz, from his story Virginity

"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return." – Genesis 3:19

Newsletter is live!

Tomorrow's newsletter will discuss the apple in the context of various re-tellings of the Garden of Eden, including It Follows (no it isn't about STIs, sorry, you're wrong) and a deep cut for fellow fans of queer WWII Polish absurdism.

Building props for an upcoming project, including this scrap metal DIY flogger. Also a reminder that everything I share on here needs to be PG13, but you can always subscribe to my mailing list to see uncensored images.

"Every photograph is an elegy." – Diannely Antigua, from Diary Entry #28: Ars Poetica

In which selfie has occurred.

On the meaning of the Labubu.

Behind the scenes: experimenting with candle light while trying not to set myself on fire. I have a new newsletter coming next week, which will be about apples and flesh and virginity.

Just made gremolata and now my cutting board smells amazing maybe I'll just eat the board.

"Does the infinite space we dissolve into, taste of us then?" – Rainer Maria Rilke

Current soundtrack. The organ is kind of a peculiar instrument, to my mind at least. Malone's approach to the instrument results in something that feels adjacent to ambient drone music, only melodically much more complex than you'd typically expect for that sort of fare.

Prepping the studio for some stuff...

Which reminds me: there's no telling how long we'll be able to share 18+ content on social media. If you want to see where this project is going without censorship, maybe consider subscribing to my newsletter.

Shitty behind the scenes snapshot of one of the arrangements that went out with my last newsletter.

Making prints...

There is always more to fear than what you perceive nearby, here is the wraparound cover for 3LBE VOLUME X print anthology. This book contains 24 stories of weird, wonder, and horror, and 42 new illustrations. Order now from our store. 📕🐙💀🤘https://www.3lobedmag.com

Making props. My first attempts with rope so far from perfect but passable, perhaps.

The essence of photography is a false promise of immortality.

Three-Lobed Burning Eye Volume X contains my story about motherhood and centipedes and, I guess, witchcraft or something? Anyway, you can read it for free at the link in comments if you feel like it.