She wakes up in the dark. Without a name, with the thing above waiting to be woken by her eventual movement. Keeping her company, before she is no more.
Drawings of the children’s parade of the Surva Festival in Pernik, Bulgaria
Bedazzled: A Warm-up with Coral Walls By Ian Cooke-Tapia as ouitlined by SlapHop Continued from A Prologue with an Electric Hum The fluffy, four-legged sausage yipped happily as it snuggled its nose against her gloved [...]
K convinces her two friends to visit a brand new leisure centre that is the talk of the town. With its decorated walls and disciplines some of them have always dreamed of trying, this place has more on offer than eye-catching designs on the walls and pretty women in skin-tight outfits that one can’t help but stare at too long... The classes here are designed to not just improve your body, but your entire way of seeing the world.
Applying to awards can force you to up your illustration game, as well as give you an incite into what the market likes.
The Mind's Vulture takes and leaves nothing behind. An fantasy epic poem inspired by mind control eroticism.
An experiential critique of Áine O'Dwyer’s performance for Scottish Sculpture Workshops: Edge Effects, at the Centre for Contemporary Arts, Glasgow
Smoke filled his lungs nicely. The cemetery was quiet. The tree behind him kept staring at his back. His meds were still on the table back home. The tree is coughing. The smoke burns. The tree knows.
A snippet of the first draft of Coyote Crosses the Continent, an allegorical tale of an all-knowing Coyote deciding to travel south to places unknown.