Living spaceships from the Free Energy Era.
Drawing of an energy farmer. He flicks his chest light on and off to signal to other farmers at a distance. A single field of these power plants produces more energy than our most powerful facilities today.
The Jaywalker is an entity who haunts the areas east of LA. He robs gas stations for petty amounts of money, but the cops can’t catch him because cars never seem to hit him when he crosses the street. He’ll effortlessly walk across the freeway backwards, daintily waving at his pursuers— “bye byyye, officers!”
Some believe he was once a vegetation spirit who was corrupted by the city— the spirit of plants who burst through cracks in the sidewalk.
A flying palace from far-off lands.
Drawing of a really cool guy
Jeremy Startle, the last of a noble line, shows a distant cousin around Auntie’s mansion.
A place I saw in a dream. A home made of some ethereal substance, its inhabitants invisible to my eyes.
Character design roughs commissioned for a pilot.
Our offworld friends— vast synthetic organisms that gather resources for humans on Earth. Their storage sacs are full of shipping containers.
An old drawing that I still like. Lady Gevurah and her flower-picking mech.
Design for a temple.
A heavenly mantis being that comes at night.
This is an entity known as a Miracle Addict. It can be found in gas station bathrooms, clutching at stains on the wall shaped vaguely like an angel.
He HATES lattes.
“I Need a New Algorithm” (2020)
The highly rational Developers who run future Earth, carrying the God Computer’s data cores in ceremonial procession.
A true believer. He plants seeds on an inhospitable planet, on faith that the atmosphere will one day be breathable. His quilted cloak displays symbols of many religions, and the fungal tank on his back converts the poison atmosphere into oxygen for him to breathe.
“These are the Places where it Happens” (2021)
Fragment from a dream. The creek in my hometown opened up to reveal a wall full of little memory worlds.
Feline creature that I saw in the creek by my house. (Another dream.)
His name is Mr. One Thousand. All he cares about is finding great deals on Gucci clothing and speeding around in his car blasting Japanese techno.
Illustration of characters from the Russian novel, “The Master and Margarita.” Koroviev the choirmaster, the talking black cat Behemoth, and of course Satan.
Characters from a dream. In the dream, I make a pilgrimage to see the Bad Bernies and ask them a question. They hang suspended in the dark void of their tent— it’s bigger on the inside than the outside— their wet skin like cooked meat, pupils the color of candy sprinkles.
I’ve heard they know everything, and as I arrive at the front of the line to ask my question I can feel them registering me. I ask my question and immediately regret it— from now on, their eyes will always be on me, wherever I go.
From a dream— Pastor Green’s Mobile Mega Church.
Drawing of a techno wizard playing around with his vector detector. (Note the sour skittles)
Another dream:
Tragedy struck at the Goldilocks Hotel this past sunday when the animatronic PapaBear maintenance bot ran over and crushed the legs of a 10-year old girl. The owner of the hotel has promised to retire the PapaBear, telling us not to feel bad for it: “THEY’RE NOT REAL BEARS. Their eyes are paint and wood. They’re about as smart as a roomba. PapaBear’s family doesn’t love him, and it’s safe to stay at the Goldilocks Hotel. He did NOT do this as an act of revenge on behalf of bearkind.”
Design for a chlorophyll-powered robot that works as a steward of the forest.
The Battle Axe, flagship of the Black Heavens Fleet.
One of Lady Gevurah’s ceremonial guards. Artificial compound eyes are rigged into his nervous system so that he can see in all directions at once. He can deliver a lethal, invisible force simply by pointing his metal rod at you, but typically he fights fair using it as a simple bo staff. His movements are so disciplined that he fights without ever ringing the bell on top of his head.
Sister Superior of the Church of the Future Angel, with her eunuch pilot. He’s the only male allowed onboard, and he plugs into the wall and merges his senses with those of the ship, effectively becoming one with it.
Carl lives in a jar and exists to answer your questions. He possesses deep wisdom.
Seed ships from the far future, with exploratory doodles. From a period where technology has become more and more like actual life.
Some figure sketches.