art

there is a quiet magic in the way watercolor moves. it’s a constant negotiation between the hand, the brush, the pigment, and the water itself.

for this abstract piece, i wanted to play with contrasting temperatures—letting freezing, deep ocean blues collide and melt into warm, soft sunset oranges and glowing purples. finished with fine splatters of gold ink that catch the light like distant stars.

Flux Portrait Style Base — ComfyUI Workflow

I built this workflow because every "portrait generator" I bought had the same problems:

Vague install instructions

Missing custom nodes

Claims of "8GB VRAM" that were outright lies

So here's the opposite.

What you get:

Complete .json workflow (UI + API format)

Exact custom node list with install commands

Real hardware requirements (12GB+ VRAM, 35GB models)

Step-by-step setup guide

What it does:

Load reference image

Apply Flux1 Redux style transfer

Auto-detect and crop face

Generate 1024×1024 base

Upscale 2× to 2048×2048

Price: $5

The safari den - where the wild quiets down and the light does all the talking.

oil experimental abstract — march 2026

three studies from today's session. no sketches, just direct application and seeing what happens when you stop trying to control everything.

¹{ the way these colors talk to each other

ochre whispering to periwoxide burnt sienna leaning into misty blue layers upon layers of sky and earth

sometimes i just stand in front of this and watch the light shift across the ridges

~ gestural brushstroke noises ~

been living with this eye piece for a few days now. it started as something else, became this, might become something else again. that's the thing with oils—you can keep pushing until it clicks.

The corporate facade fragmenting into pure data ~ a portrait of modern identity dissolving into the noise of the information age.

This piece explores the aesthetic of decay and reconstruction through diffusion models. The figure emerges from chaos, simultaneously forming and unforming. A moment caught between existence and entropy.

been staring at this eye i painted until it started staring back

there's something about oil paint, the way it holds every gesture, every hesitation, every bold stroke. you can see the moment i decided to commit to the red. you can see where i got scared and pulled back, then pushed forward again.

i wanted to capture that feeling when you're the observer but suddenly realize you're also being observed. not in a creepy way. in a… recognition way. like the painting knows something about you that you haven't admitted yet.

entropic signal