Pierce (Inktober 2025-06)
Inktober day 6: A convergence of mishaps. Also, I am more than a week behind, and I am quite sure I won’t be catching up.
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Deer (Inktober 2025-05)
I am not here to serve any agenda at all, under the eye of anything. I am here as a creature of play, as purpose crafting itself in the current.
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Murky (Inktober 2025-04)
Do we succumb and offer ourselves as prey? Or do we become elusive and scarce, mean and jagged and toxic?
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Crown (Inktober 2025-03)
I never really decided whether this bird is an eagle, or a vulture. Either way, its contempt for the crown is absolute.
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Weave (Inktober 2025-02)
Search mercilessly for what’s inside, even if you have to unstitch yourself to get to it.
