Hour 20 of the second work marathon of the last few days.

Morale is high, but hygiene is running on fumes and I fear leaving the conference room of the coworking space I’ve ensconced myself in for 8 hours, lest I be mistaken for a lecherous goul by the locals and pelted to death with rocks…

To best answer “how do you work?” for my maskmagazine interview that went live today, I had to make a diagram. Check it out, or you’ll make my Hovering Critique Djinn overactive (and nobody wants that).

(The rest of the interview is behind a $2 paywall but can we really put a price on reading my intense bouts of ranting and pseudo-advice?)

Final version of my Mask Magazine cover for their Cyborgoisie Issue—tried to capture how simultaneously cradled, nursed, suffocated, and obliterated my dependance on the binary noise of digital space feels…Or maybe I just spend too much time trolling people over postnet art and bad chillwave and just need to go outside more. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Final version of my Mask Magazine cover for their Cyborgoisie Issue—tried to capture how simultaneously cradled, nursed, suffocated, and obliterated my dependance on the binary noise of digital space feels…

Or maybe I just spend too much time trolling people over postnet art and bad chillwave and just need to go outside more. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯