The Ancillary Illusions of Transitory States.

I imagine the upload process will be a touch disorienting.

The Belly of the Black Goat

"The Rhythm Shall Rise from the Belly of the Black Goat"


Discovering hot pink is hard to color correct.

If we're to escape with our lives, we must put our differences aside

"If we're to escape with our lives, we must put our differences aside"

They started out being in love, and it was going to be called "heart of a robot vs. monster love".  The relationship became awkward though, eventually turning them into dubious compatriots in a daring escape attempt.  They are mortal enemies of course, and any tenuous accord they have is ephemeral at best.

This is headed to the Monsters Vs. Robots show at OhNo!Doom in Chicago.

Ruffles at the Edge

A final drawing for Gasmask A Day.  I've gone over 100 but I'm sure it won't be the last.  Cheers.

Strawberry BasketCase

Oh stencils, how I've missed you.

Tinkering Tommy McNumeric

More experiments

Research and Defense

You can never be too careful, even on your day off.

It's a Cold World

Better pack your own heat.

Empty Space

Despite her vapid, pin-up girl expression, I imagine she must have several degrees and extensive training.

Ask Me About Your Survival

Who says you can't manufacture a ventilation system out of an oversized novelty koala head, an industrial grade line kitchen fan, and the grill from a deep fat fryer?

Trophy

You're lucky I love you so much.  xoxo

Mister Misty Morning

He was the creeping fog.

A nebulous haze.

Your gloomy effluvium.

You Can't Spell Secretary Without Secret

As much as I love old photography, I often wish there was more interested subject matter than the corpses of rich people.

Nostril

It's easier to shut to the fuck up when the aerosolized fentanyl derivative KOLOKOL-1 could slip into your lungs.

Red Space

What's your favorite fairy tale?

Times up.

If you said anything other than Little Reding Riding Hood, you would be wrong.  It's the best.  It's your favorite.


Note: Credit where credit's due, this was drawn off a sketch by Casey Edwards (www.caseyedwards.com).  Nice fella, that one.

Every Path Has 2 Directions

Light guiding from above, hands grasping from below.

Off The Wall

He had to admit to it's comfort and ease of movement, even if he did look like a gimp.

New Sheriff

The funniest part was watching bandits try to dodge buckshot in low-g.

Brush Off

Why such hostility?

Brush pen noodling.

I Am Jack...

Did you know that Lewis Carroll was a suspect?

Flex Fleece

The apparel design side of Binary Winter Press gets most of our shirts from American Apparel.  This reminds of their adverts in that she's scantily clad, looks a little unhealthy, and let's say the gasmask is for the wretched air in L.A.

Salome

Salome declares her love to the severed head, finally kissing the prophet's lips passionately.

Faery

What of it?  It's a faery.

Go Team Survival!

I don't think humanity will band together.

Singular Vision of the Blind

As it turns out, the Hagakure and the Art of War were written in order placate indentured servants. Give the poor a false sense of honor and they will break their backs and throw down their lives for the revered nobility, never acknowledging the fault of the nobility itself. In short, you've been inspired by the literature of subjugation. You have no honor, you've been suckered. You're not a conqueror, you're a slave.

The B stands for Breathing

I've heard many b-boys and b-girls state that dancing is like oxygen; they couldn't live without it.  I feel the same way about art.  Mad props.

Gigante Hermosa

Hay pocas cosas Nunca podría creer…
Una mujer cuando ella llora.
Un comerciante cuando él jura.
Un ladrón que dice he' paga del ll.
Un abogado cuando él cuida.
Una serpiente cuando él está durmiendo.
Un borrachín cuando él ruega.
I don' t cree que usted va al cielo cuando you' re bueno.
Todo va al infierno, de todas formas…


All credit to Tom Waits and Babelfish.

Half Past Humanity

Time is a construct, radiation levels are far more definitive.

Self Control

Is it possible that will power is a myth?  That it is not the lack of self control but the level of endorphins that are produced by certain activities.  One person might get as high off a 2K running marathon as another person might off a 2-day fucking marathon.  One man's hug is another man's percocet, so they say.

This time would be different, this time she'll pull the strings.

Callous Acts in Contemplation

She's thought about it.  You're fooling yourself if you think she doesn't still.

Mary Tyler Mortis

I would watch a show about a bright eyed and quirky girl trying to find her way in the big apocalypse.  Mr. Whedon, if you would be so kind...

Hollow Bones

As pretty as the aesthetic is, I don't really think someone vaguely human could ever fly by the power of their own wings.  Birds have hollow bones and minimal weight distributed about their tiny bodies.  Our size would require not only an enormous wingspan, but really excessive musculature across the back.  I don't know where I'm going with this.  Bummer though.

The Blank Stare of a Duck in Flight

I saw a duck at Safeway today, eagerly followed by a mallard drake.  I was looking at them because you don't often observe ducks at Safeway, seeing as how they have no place to carry a club card with which to utilize sale prices.  The drake looked back at me like I was some weird fucker.  It made me wonder how many other times birds see people in places they don't belong.  As arbitrary as that may be, it may seem as odd to a crow to see a hang glider as it would be for you to find a robin in your shower.  Thankfully birds don't speak any human languages, or else we might hear "what the fuck are you doing?" far more often.

Sushi is Murder

I don't care if you think that eating fish is xenocide.  I still don't like seeing you with dead things on your mouth.


...and oh yeah, it stinks

Toto (the dog)

There truly is no place like home.

There's No Place Like Home

..and you were there...

...and you were there 

...and you were there too...

Nothing but love for everyone at Emerald City Comic-Con.  A very well handled show, excellent people, many many friends.  Looking forward to heading back over the rainbow for next year's show.  Until then...

No Rest For The Wicked

Hell hath no fury like a woman with an army of flying monkeys* and a vendetta against murderous house-wielding farmgirls.








* Apes of Wrath

Apes of Wrath

Driving up to Seattle, there are vast expanses of green.  The kind of place an army of flying monkeys could flourish and be hidden from prying eyes.  Until one day when the skies would go dark and the reign of Pan Chiroptera would begin.

I Will Cut You

Heartless mother%$#@er living out in the woods.  Not to be trifled with.  In need of good oiling.

I'm Not Scared of You

It was thoughtless, really.

The Road to Emerald City: Liquid Courage

Emerald City Comic-Con this Weekend.  How about some OZ inspired gasmasks...


"But how about my courage?" asked the Lion anxiously.

"You have plenty of courage, I am sure," answered Oz. "All you need is confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger. The True courage is in facing danger when you are afraid, and that kind of courage you have in plenty."

"Perhaps I have, but I'm scared just the same," said the Lion. "I shall really be very unhappy unless you give me the sort of courage that makes one forget he is afraid."

Horns of Dilemna

She doesn't fear Death, just their lulls in conversation.

Every Breath Brings You Closer to Death

How would your life change if you knew the exact number of breaths you had left?

The Key to Personal Freedom

Vivisection can be such a troubling matter.  Millions of animals may have died for my hair but what good is that when they shave it for cranial implants?  Still, I suppose half of me is pretty enough to have access keys donated to my cause by nameless interns.

Every Revolution is a Circle

He'll go so fast he can touch his next life.

Blue Eyes Deep as Hard Drives

His memory fails him.  Not corrupted, just the tragic misplacement of single digits turning that positive charge into nothing but negativity.  Sometimes he wishes he understood less, at least he thinks he does.  What's electrochemical could be seen as the dominion of profundity.  Now, wouldn't that be [interpreted as] sweet?

The Watcher on the Hilltop

It's more of a voyeuristic urge really.  What is a life taken if not observed?

Little Red

What big eyes you have,
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.

Lullaby Agent

...and down will come Roby, sitter and all.