Building under pressure

Green beans in soup

Random painting name but I enjoyed it.

The sinking lands

Últimamente, I love this one. It was an honest reflection of me at the time. The black hole was open and pulling in light and for now it’s closed.

Buffalo kiddos

If we get nothing from all of this than know you are not alone in your pain. We are here for you.

The ghost, the painter and the crow

I worked super hard to finish this sketchbook in a few months. It’s full of lovely little inks and washes. I’m very proud of it and myself. I hope you enjoy it.

The ghost fish

One page and a full story.

Kid named Miguel was walking in the woods late at night. He ran into a ghost that wanted his face but he fought it off with a powerful relic, a moose antler covered in spirits. He wiped it around his head until a giant appeared and chased off the ghost. It mumbled a riddle as it left. “ human times living in quarters. Basic of earth moments and bone. Cored out of life and reflections.” As it flopped its way past Miguel it left a river in its wake and the stones became patterns like deep blankets. The fish , the hearts, the tears and ghost danced in the night light and Miguel sat back and reflected on his day by the river. He never forgot that day in Sligo Park.

The end

Tchau Galeras,

Jaws