I had a dream of a familiar place. Where winter nights were spent with cups of coffee. Where we'd sit on the porch and watch the rain together. A place so warm that even the sun envied us from on high.

Lost memories rearranged into a life we never had. Dreams made of tiny little fragments of us.

A distant rumble. The scent of rain. Familiar thoughts hum like static, storm clouds on the horizon.

I often find myself wondering if next time will be the last.

Sometimes I lay here, dreaming with open eyes and a closed heart. Wanting more than my arms can hold, helpless but to watch it pass through my fingers.

If I let my mind wander, I see the place where I belong. Someplace warm like the sun on the palm of my hand, yet ever just out of reach.

"The sea is cruel, especially in the winter, so we light candles and say a little prayer to her. We ask that she forgive us, and that she return our people to us.

That our lights may guide them home."

Some new sketches from tonight that will probably never get touched again 😅

Actually pornographic this time, none of those stylized tatesful nudes here.

CW: DubCon, Drinking, WS, Feet/Paws

Similar in concept to an older piece I did, using negative space to hide another character. It was mostly just for style practice.

Fonzo looks happy in this one. The original title for this was "Escapism". I didn't really have any story to convey, just a feeling. I think it hit the mark at least.

"Well I loved you then, but I don't love you now."

I never quite liked Fonzo's head angle on this one, it makes his neck seem bigger than it is. It's a little like that frieren meme.

However it is one of Gabriel's best pictures, even if it is just his hands, there's a lot of expression in them.

On the topic of warm weather, I would fuck up a popsicle rn.

Another drawing from last summer, plus some bonus sketches featuring Fonzo and Miska

"And so I tell him, I already got Five Guys at home!" -- Erik, probably

Yes I do think this joke is still funny 6 months later. As much as I hate the heat, I miss how warm it was when I drew this. 🥲

"Gentle light guides my weary hands-
-outstretched, clawing, hungry.
Yet you were ever out of my reach."

Drawn live on stream some couple weeks ago, based on a sketch from January. Since I haven't posted anything anywhere in years I guess I have a backlog to share... 😅

You get an uneasy feeling looking at it...
You want to be whole again.
You want to be whole again.
You want to be whole again.
You want to be w̷̏̂̾͠h̷̢̻͓̓o̷͙̺̗̎l̸̍̽̒́ẻ̶̤̙̋ again.

What is art? Is it a detailed painting? A delicate statue? A pile of candy? Some scratchy drawing of your original characters? Maybe it's something more obscure, like a story, or just something that evokes a feeling. But in the end...

Isn't it love?

My (delayed) contribution to World AIDS Day.

Dat me