Echoes From A Memory.

Book 2 is taking shape! Still in early stages, but I’m excited about where it’s going… looking forward to sharing more about it, hopefully sooner rather than later.

(Artwork glitches made by me in the moment, no scripts.)

Still one of my favorite images of the surface of the moon. The contrast, the austerity… it speaks so strongly to my minimalist self.

This image features on the custom endsheets of the COLOR OF A MIRROR limited edition hardcover, providing a really cool shift from the black of the cover to the white of the pages.

Only 100 hardcover copies printed. Find it here:

colorofamirror.net

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Image credit: NASA & Project Apollo Archive

Custom Edits/Formatting: Me/ArtificeLux

Diamond-Eye.

This.

I uploaded this on my ArtStation a while back, but for some reason forgot to put it up here. Simply called, “Icosahedron,” this digital piece pretty much sums up my favorite design aesthetic. Monochrome with a pop of color. (And, of course, injected with some abstract sci-fi feel for good measure.)

Transfiguration Shadow.

Watching the Signs

There’s a pair of lights outside the window, perhaps a construction barrier, flashing at differing intervals, sometimes lighting perfectly in sync, at other times completely opposite. The long-sequence pattern catches his attention, as he tries to decipher some hidden code within. There is none, but by the time he realizes it, he’s already forgotten where he is. When he is. Everything bleeds, runs together, impossibly intertwined. A mirage of the mind.

But no, he isn’t crazy. Not at all.

Raven.

Two other bot sketches...

Blue: Bot_tle Rocket. As you can see by the busted light bulb on his head, his ideas are not the brightest... like strapping a rocket to his back.

Orange: Beat_bot. He'll dance on, even if the music stops.

Mountains on a Lake

Subversive

“Hang on. I wanna see something.”

He glances in either direction, checking for traffic. Looks both ways again as he crosses the street, more furtively this time. Her footsteps follow, slowly, then quicker, as she jogs across the deserted side street.

“Somehow, I’m thinking this is going to be illegal...”

“Oh, don’t worry... it most definitely is.”

Around the backside of the crumbling wall--perhaps at one point it had been a room or enclosed courtyard of sorts, though now it’s little more than chewed gravel and a sparse collection of weeds even more insistent than the winter chill cutting through his gloves--a simple linework teddy bear, five feet tall and quite pudgy around the middle, sits with his back against the corner. The bright orange spray isn’t even faded. “Hah! Yes, it’s still here.”

“That’s so badass! And completely adorable at the same time!” She chuckles. “I’m feeling like this must have been you?”

“Feel like it might’ve been,” he grins back.