time spent here

work from the studio of flat mountain press.
Casa Nova was the city at the end of the land, the shadow on the horizon, the place where the clouds boiled, the place where everything was new. On its narrow streets citizens ducked under signs and frowned at the sky. No town could outlast it.
(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

Casa Nova was the city at the end of the land, the shadow on the horizon, the place where the clouds boiled, the place where everything was new. On its narrow streets citizens ducked under signs and frowned at the sky. No town could outlast it.

(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

Everyone at the DMV had something different in mind, something filling them up and making them alive, something spilling out from the corners of their eyes.
(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

Everyone at the DMV had something different in mind, something filling them up and making them alive, something spilling out from the corners of their eyes.

(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

The sunlight was so bright he could barely remember his name. He stared into the distance and watched the heat waves rise off the pavement.
(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

The sunlight was so bright he could barely remember his name. He stared into the distance and watched the heat waves rise off the pavement.

(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

A long, long way from the horizon.
(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

A long, long way from the horizon.

(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

A wish for a small friend of mine (he was much less interested than his parents).
(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

A wish for a small friend of mine (he was much less interested than his parents).

(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

Though there was nothing to show it in the land or the sky, Anderson’s Arch signaled the end of one life and the beginning of another for all who crossed under it.
(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

Though there was nothing to show it in the land or the sky, Anderson’s Arch signaled the end of one life and the beginning of another for all who crossed under it.

(This drawing was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency)

He hollered long into the morning, telling the sun again and again to just LEAVE HIM ALONE.
(This animation was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency).

He hollered long into the morning, telling the sun again and again to just LEAVE HIM ALONE.

(This animation was made as a part of ISLAND’s Hill House artist residency).

"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.""Everything I understand, I understand only because I love."Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910) may not have been an unequivocally good guy (by most accounts he was a guilt-ridden, sexist hypocrite), but he sure wrote some nice stuff and was pretty cool looking.

"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself."
"Everything I understand, I understand only because I love."

Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910) may not have been an unequivocally good guy (by most accounts he was a guilt-ridden, sexist hypocrite), but he sure wrote some nice stuff and was pretty cool looking.

The chill of the landscape soaked into her bones and put down roots in her mind. In the end, her soul was the skeleton of a tree, and she thought with disdain of the colors of the coming spring.(Photo credit: David Birkam @mtnwerkstatte)

The chill of the landscape soaked into her bones and put down roots in her mind. In the end, her soul was the skeleton of a tree, and she thought with disdain of the colors of the coming spring.

(Photo credit: David Birkam @mtnwerkstatte)

Bruno knew that if he didn’t get off this stupid rock soon there would truly be hell to pay. “Dammit, alone on a Finnish mountain again,” he said to himself, “and nowhere to go but down.”

Bruno knew that if he didn’t get off this stupid rock soon there would truly be hell to pay. “Dammit, alone on a Finnish mountain again,” he said to himself, “and nowhere to go but down.”

A mysterious weed. Though we may doubt its usefulness, it doesn’t doubt its love of the sun, and in the end the loss is ours.

A mysterious weed. Though we may doubt its usefulness, it doesn’t doubt its love of the sun, and in the end the loss is ours.