Surreal Illustration

A digital collage depicting a human skeleton pointing at an open laptop, with a computer screen showing a colorful spectrum. The background features an abstract multicolored, textured surface, blending surreal and technological themes.

Creation

17”×22” ★ Colored Pencil, Broken CDs, Adobe Illustrator

I talk about myself too much

I eat data like it’s lunch

Shots of info pack a punch

Serotonin with a crunch

Social media everyday

Welcome to the digital way

Sell our souls but we still pay

Can anybody tell me what it means to be?

Try asking Chat GPT

Production trumps humanity

We need to make the money.

Can anybody tell me what it means to seek? Means to read, to formulate your means to speak? Minds are weak, polluted by the weekly feed. Times are bleak, no room to be unique...

Coming from a heart that shoots and don’t miss:

Try to get AI to do this

Coming from a heart that shoots and don’t miss…

Try to get AI to do this.

Abstract artwork featuring a pencil sketch of a hand holding a joint, lips, colorful snake-like shapes, planetary elements, and metallic foil fragments with gold paint dripping from the top.

Unnamed Source

8.5”×11” ★ Graphite, Colored Pencil, Gum Wrapper

One night I couldn't sleep, so I decided to play around in my sketchbook. When I'm drawing, sometimes I can't imagine what the final product is gonna look like. But I can always imagine the next line I want to draw.

In retrospect, this process of "flow" was extremely important to me on this night. As a person who tends to dwell on both the future and the past, creating art in this way is the one activity that bounds me to the present. My eyes are glued to the page and I am adhered directly to the moment.

I created this in the thick of the 2020 pandemic, when I felt profoundly isolated-- for reasons beyond the quarantine. I had so much on my mind, and this process was an act of grounding the subconscious. I had no idea where life was taking me. The abstract elements encompass those surreal feelings and that sense of confusion. The geometric elements represent my efforts to make "sense" of circumstances that made no sense to me at the time.

A detailed black and white pencil drawing of an elderly man with a long beard, holding his hand up to his face with fingers partially covering his eye. Emerging from the top of his head are multiple intricately patterned, swirling tendrils or smoke-like shapes with various geometric designs.

Aging

8.5”×11” ★ Graphite, Colored Pencil

Nothing is fleeting like the present: the most constant inconsistency.

Time, in all of its active glory, is the dimension that bounds us to chronological succession.

It was created by man to organize the sequence of motion.

Devoid of form, weight, and physical influence,

it doesn’t move unless we do.

Advancing forward, every aspect of one’s life, such as ethnicity, social status, and wealth, clings to the progression like metal to a magnet

from generation to generation

We are touched by every soul in our heritage and born into the life they orchestrated for us,

through collections of constantly passing moments and resolutions.

Every layer of our individual personhood began with a trait

Or a resource

Or an idea

That was acted upon and written into the blueprint of existence going forward

And everything that happened before us happens inside of and around us at every moment

In our genes and in our opportunities

So what is age, if not an accumulation of ‘doings’?

Or time, if not an amalgamation of ‘happenings,’ A collection of ‘nows’ that cannot and never will last?

One thing the world will never be is still.

As we are pushed to proceed, experience leads us to our eventual expiration

Old age is the culmination of existence

Decisions stacked

layered

And crumbling the body that made them.

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