This piece was made with charcoal, with color added in Adobe Photoshop. I guess it’s about how I wish I was a gaseous vertebrate of astronomical heft, but instead I’m trapped in the undulating, fleshy vessel of a 5’5″ female creatura.
Okunoshima, known as Rabbit Island, is a small island in Japan’s Seto Inland Sea, part of Hiroshima Prefecture. During World War II, it was a secret site for Japan’s chemical weapons production, and its role was erased from official maps to maintain secrecy. The Okunoshima Poison Gas Museum documents this history, detailing the production and … Seto Inland Sea- Rabbit Island (Okunoshima)
An anonymous commission, commissioned anonymously for someone who wishes to remain unknown. If you know, you know.
We got off at Hiroshima Shinkansen Station and hiked uphill through a quiet graveyard to the Peace Pagoda on Mt. Futaba, a white dome perched on Futabayama Hill. At the summit, we met a fit older man practicing his baseball swing, who pointed us toward a path leading down the hill. The trail meandered a … Kinkō Inari Shrine & Hiroshima, Japan
I still remember the moment I landed at Kansai Airport in Osaka, Japan. It was my first trip abroad—my dream trip—and unfortunately, I was stuck in a middle seat, unable to glimpse the island nation as we descended. But the moment I stepped off the plane and into the terminal, I was greeted by a … 出入口 An Ever-Undulating Expanse
“Johnny Got His Gun” is a book about a soldier who is drafted into World War 2 and suffers catastrophic injuries—losing his arms, legs, and face in combat. The novel revolves around his slow return to consciousness as he realizes that the machine has reduced him to a fully sentient, limbless, voiceless nugget of human … Johnny Got His Gun
I went camping and slept outside under the stars. In reality, sleeping outdoors is awful—you never feel at ease because your entire body is exposed to the elements. While you’re asleep, lost in your dreams, some animal (or even a person) could easily mess with the defenseless bundle of flesh you left behind. I can’t … Sleeping outside actually sucks
It scurried out of a bush in the back yard, looked at me for a second, and then shuffled back into the darkness.