Cytoskeleton: As a mutant growth cone.

My process, as best as I could gather is draw, toss, draw. I find it discomforting to look back. I prefer to look forward to the possible, probable conclusion.

Well, my subconscious is no longer allowing me to continue this method. It is now time to look back, archive and compile. It is time to grow as a brand. It is time to share the ideas with the collective in order to improve myself.

To be blunt, I have start selling shit. The sale or fail will help (not determine) my path.

I have been hiring other talents to help refine my ideas. I compensate them for their time and talents. It is now time for me to acquire compensation for mine. This too is extremely discomforting. However, I welcome the challenge and experience.

I have a approximately 3000 illustrations to go through, including 10 sketch books accumulated from about 6 years. Not including the 170 sketch covers in boxes here. It’s going to take time.

Anywho, here are a few illustrations that give me the creeps because they strike very close to my struggle with excepting of reality, time and the material world we all know and love.

This drawing reminds me how much of a vessel I can be and to question everything.

The disturbing thought of a creation becoming material and it’s awe of genitals. 

I have a gross obsession with ions. 

This was (and probably still is) the best written way to explain my thought process.

A were creature escaping reality in hopes to find a new.