"Young Was the Prince As His Father Had to Chain Him" My monthly scribble from April.

Inktober is almost here. That abominable challenge for reckless artists. I've done it for eight years straight. This ninth time, I've planned something special. Something I've never done before—I'm skipping Inktober entirely. The drawing says why. It's titled "Circumstances."

"Posthumous Adoption" A postcard. 1 of 400, born from 100 sketches. Subscribe—and let three months of such things crawl into your mailbox. Link in bio.

"The Other City Rose Amidst the One You Grew Up In" My monthly scribble from March.

"Eyeland's Final Blink" A postcard. 1 of 400, born from 100 sketches. Subscribe—and let three months of such things crawl into your mailbox. Link in bio.

"That Was a Wrong Stairway" My monthly scribble.

In case, for even a moment, you were curious about the poem I tried to illustrate.

What I inked for "Black Something" by SkallakS. The extended cut is out there. On my YouTube. If you're patient enough.

Spent 16.5 hours working on an illustration for one of my poems—so that you might, perhaps, glance at the result for a few seconds.

"They Came Bearing Gifts", now in color. The promised result of hours of doubt, hesitation, and bewilderment.