NEPHELLIM

Memento vivere

Where Melchizedek Waits

Children of the Grave

5”x7” Ink on Bristol Happy Halloween! 

Homeward

E lucevan le stelle

Papa Legba, Keeper of Old Felt something squirming deep in soul Was it love, that made him smile Or the needle moving deep inside

5”x7” Ink on Paper

Thoth sat on the edge of the cliff, that same cliff that he’s known for aeons, the glow of his cigarette tip slowing glowing dimmer. His shoulders sagged, but not with the weight of his fading body, rather with the memories that gripped him, unwilling to go. Anu was there, exuding a sense of serenity, his eyes locked in his with a knowledge that stretched beyond time itself. There was something between them, something heavy, yet filled with relief, a relief that the end would bring forth a peace that he has yearned for so long. For Thoth, this was real, what’s happening now, it is real. But Anu’s words were comforting, that this weight, it’s no longer a burden, just a mere echo of a sting that no longer burns.

Thoth: “It’s time, isn’t it? I never have enough time.”

Anu: “Doesn’t matter…time that is, not where we’re going at least.”

Thoth: “I’m tired. It’s…heavy”

Anu: “Just this moment you’re feeling. Every moment gone has come back. Don’t think of it as a weight. They will become one with you.”

Thoth: “Funny you chose to come as Bob, I almost forgot about him. It’s been almost 70 years since last we spoke.”

Anu: “He never left…just waiting for this moment. There are a few others waiting. It won’t take long at all.”

Thoth: “Ok…just one more cigarette.”

Anu: “Take all the time you need.”

As he took that last drag of his cigarette and watched the smoke curl up towards the night sky, Thoth reached out to Anu. “Ok, I’m ready”.  And, with Anu’s nod, they stepped into that place where time no longer mattered.

Frøjya

A tranquil Sunday yesterday with enough time to get this done in one sitting. 

‘A Chance Encounter.’

5” x 7”

Wanderlust

5” x 7”

Panspermia

5” x 7”

Ever catch a shadow moving from the corner of your eye, only to turn and find nothing there? One day you just might see it.

Moving some ink on Bristol with a tiny nib. This is AI (An Ink) drawing.

Working titles:

I’ll take ‘The mucus formed around the corner of your eye’ for $1000, Alex (R.I.P.).

An eye for an eye, a coin for a Psychopomp

Random scratches on some scrap Bristol on a rainy Saturday morn.

Khial Almatih

Ink on Bristol

3” x 5”

The Golden Calf

Pen and ink on Bristol

5”x7”

Beetlejuice…Beetlejuice…B…