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.
“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’m not sure what to call this type of art, but I want to make more of it in the future. I took the background photo in Nevada somewhere.