The leniant stare. A fictive rational care. The epical dead face. These patterns came out of a dead spider. More will follow.

This is a profile of me. I am not smoking on this picture. I will later layer it with random photoes.

This is a combination of me and several other faces. The face is not directly pasted or stuck to the screen, in a manner of speech. More accurately it appeared as a result of many photo masks. Looks like a chef no?

This is what I done today. I feel like such a cheat. Later on I’ll begin using my drawboard.

The contained relief. A parody of tidal waves. A cloud is my memory.

Fierce like an uncut diamond. The rational conman’s idea of freedom. Purity of soul.

This is somehow the image of a nun. Whatever meets the eye. The sorrow is deep and worth sensing.

These manic minatures. To settle for nothing but drafts.