Visual Art Portfolio
"The world is increasingly unthinkable— a world of planetary disasters, emerging pandemics, tectonic shifts, strange weather, oil-drenched seascapes, and the furtive, always-looming threat of extinction. In spite of our daily concerns, wants, and desires, it is increasingly difficult to comprehend the world in which we live…”
- Eugene Thacker, In the Dust of This Planet
My work is inspired by the strange and sublime. I seek to capture the dual sensation of horror and wonder engendered by encounters with the weird, incomprehensible, or unknown. My art is influenced by the modernist poetry of T.S. Eliot, the weird fiction of H. P. Lovecraft, Robert W. Chambers, and Thomas Ligotti, and the cosmic pessimist philosophy of Eugene Thacker. I seek to depict that which is unthinkable: climactic collapse; continental famines; shifting seasons; record-breaking weather; and the awesome indifference of the planet itself. I aim to sublimate the unimaginable future through the lens of fascination. In these images, the awful and the awesome cohere.
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"Along the Shore the Cloud Waves Break", 5x7, ink on clayboard, 2023
"There's Something Wrong with the Moon" 5x7, Pen and Ink, 2023
"The Road to Awe", 5x7, Pen and Ink, 2023
"Night Walk", 5x7, ink on clayboard, 2023
"Beside the Lake", 5x7, ink on clayboard, 2023
"Lagunita Moonrise" 5x7 Pen and Ink, 2022
"Hallow's Eve" 5x7 Pen and Ink, 2022
"What Happened Beneath the Moonlight", Scratchboard, 8.5 x 11, 2018
"The White Ship", Scratchboard, 6x6, 2018
The World for Us, 9x9 2016
"The world is increasingly unthinkable— a world of planetary disasters, emerging pandemics, tectonic shifts, strange weather, oil-drenched seascapes, and the furtive, always-looming threat of extinction. In spite of our daily concerns, wants, and desires, it is increasingly difficult to comprehend the world in which we live…”
- Eugene Thacker, In the Dust of This Planet
“Here is No Water But Only Rock”, Pen and Ink, 2016, 8.5x10
“Here is no water but only rock Rock and no water and the sandy road The road winding above among the mountains Which are mountains of rock without water If there were water we should stop and drink Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand If there were only water amongst the rock”
- T.S. Eliot, “The Wasteland”
"At the Mountains of Madness" 5x7.5, 2016
“There now lay revealed on the ultimate white horizon behind the grotesque city a dim, elfin line of pinnacled violet whose needle-pointed heights loomed dream-like against the beckoning rose-colour of the western sky. Up toward this shimmering rim sloped the ancient table-land, the depressed course of the bygone river traversing it as an irregular ribbon of shadow. For a second we gasped in admiration of the scene’s unearthly cosmic beauty, and then vague horror began to creep into our souls. For this far violet line could be nothing else than the terrible mountains of the forbidden land—highest of earth’s peaks and focus of earth’s evil; harbourers of nameless horrors and Archaean secrets; shunned and prayed to by those who feared to carve their meaning; untrodden by any living thing of earth, but visited by the sinister lightnings and sending strange beams across the plains in the polar night…”
- HP Lovecraft, At the Mountains of Madness
“Empty and Waste is the Sea” Pen and Ink, 8.5 x10, 2016
“Oed’ und leer das Meer”
- T.S. Eliot, “The Wasteland”
"Beyond the Cypress Trees" 2016
"The Inheritors" 8x8 2016
"The Gates at the Edge of Sleep" 2017
Far Away Lies the World, Pen and ink, 8”x8”, 2016
“Far away lies the world — sunk in a deep grave — its place wasted and lonely.”
- Novalis, Hymns to the Night
"Okiku", 5x7, 2017
Commission for Mark Z. Danielewski's novel The Familiar Vol IV.
"The Plateau of Leng" 5x7, 2016
"Planetary" 5x7 2016
"You saw above you a planet, of awesome size, lit by no sun. An invisible titan, all thick black forests and jagged mountains and deep turbulent oceans. "
- "Welcome to Nightvale"
"Lost Carcosa", 5x7 2016
"Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa."
- Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow