I tried green stuff for the first time! Results are certainly a little janky, but I'm still very happy overall.

So I've been thinking on lately, those situations when you no longer care about a project, or just get in a funk for a little bit. When you've poured your heart, soul and time into something and then... lose interest. That can be crushing, but it probably doesn't have to be.⁠

This is one of my favourite projects I’ve been part of! It’s been so much fun playing bass in this band & helping bring these songs to life.

Some weird lil' dudes, go forth!

So here's a quick little update of a few miniatures I've gotten lately. Got some 3d printed ones and then to balance that, some old school metal guys! I'm enjoying exploring this world more of weird fantasy miniatures where I can pick

I’m so excited to be supporting Maxwell Brady with his single launch AND I’m playing for the first time with my new band! It’s been my dream for so long to have a jazz/rap band and here it is. Come check it out!

Is it when the audience hears it? When it releases? When you lose your emotional connection to it in the final editing stage? When is art finished?

I dunno. Uh, I struggle to work on long form art projects, so I rambled on about that for a while. Enjoy⁠

Insulation Foam in the Wind

Alright, so I had to start documenting what I've been building properly. This year so far has a been a good year for getting in a really creative mood, and I think making stuff for the tabletop has helped that. Having something to do that's really just for me and also hands on, keeps me moving. Keep the cogs ticking.

New dark hip-hop project released today.

NEW MUSIC

New music. Now.

A groovy little relaxed tune for your ear holes.

The folds of the card gently flapped in the hot breeze, lending a sense of rhythm to the moment. Our eyes stared into one another's as we came to terms with what we had uncovered.

The blaze will only burn the eyes of those who stare, yet they will not be known as the blind.
Be cautious of your dismissal for fire is coming.

The water lapped at my shoulders, my arms tiring. I looked up at them, unsure of what they were capable of.

I could barely hear anything over the sound of the paper as is cracked and shouted in the soft breeze. Such a din was caused that I almost missed their words…

The cold glass rung out in response to my tapping fingers as I looked out.
It curved upwards and around me, contorting my sight.

Something tangible but hidden met my fingers…
Strange to the touch yet oddly familiar.