i’ve been examining the sigils for the ars goetia demons and have become greatly inspired by their design and have been making small paintings based off of them
and she was placed into her tomb so delicately, not a word was uttered, not a tear shed. the forest held her breath, the wind refused to blow.
and then the dirt rained down
obsessed with these chunks of metal bridgeport art studios hung to hide a couple garbage cans - such a brutal and weird solution. but also, they sound pretty
new ep out on all the services - ghost flower, another collab w will of margaret - this time about gaining access to a mycelial network and getting lost inside it