Fantasy Is A Metaphor For The Human Condition, a comic about magic, and art, and speculative fiction, and being sick, and how they all intersect. Originally laid out/pencilled November-December 2017, when I was in a very difficult place emotionally as I was relearning how to draw post-brain injury.
The people I’m staying with over the summer have like 8 dogs 3 cats and there’s a pair of tundra swans that come and knock on their door demanding corn
Burned at the stake for liking hellraiser 3 the one with the compact disc themed cenobite saying i thought it was cute. condemned to die for my exquisite taste
can you imagine having sex with your sweaty hairy Neolithic wife in a dark corner of the thatched roof longhouse and there’s like the smell of hay and mud and goats and goat shit everywhere and it’s mid july and it’s 90 degrees
