The Birds + Bones Collection
AKA, The Gateway Drug!
A bit of a disclaimer:
This collection is sold here at an stupidly low price, and you might be wondering why. Well, when I started doing this art thing for a living, I figured the best way to get my name out there was to post it on Facebook. And to make the decision easy for people who saw them, I offered my work at a huge discount. I was not making a profit from those prints, but at the time nobody knew me, and I wanted them to see I was for real, and that my scribbles looked good in person. Also, I was building a group of people who liked my work, and that’s more important than anything. ;)
After a bit, I opened this store, where I offer my work at regular prices. I also wanted people who come here to be able to get this collection even if they never saw my Facebook posts, but it felt shitty to have them pay full price, when at the same time they could get them heavily discounted through my FB posts.
Maybe nobody who came here through Google or my Instagram or referred by a friend would ever see the discounted FB pieces, and I could certainly use the money, but you know? It didn’t feel right, and I want to be transparent about things. So for as long as I keep offering through FB at a discount, I’ll have them here for the same price.
With that out of the way, let me talk about the collection itself:
This is a story. My story, and probably yours too. Tell me if this sounds familiar:
We walk, fly and waddle. We fall through the world as a thread pulls us up. Ties us down. Trips us up. And through it all, we carry our old bones. We break them on the edges and grind them to dust on the stones. Because that's the way it goes. That's the only way to go anywhere.
This collection was created as a way to remember all this. And more importantly, to share it with you. We all do the same walk and stumble the same. And while we're on the ground, tightly tied by the red thread of life and lies and doubt and debt, we all dream of being a great winged beast, flying free. I share these pieces with you because I hope they'll help you find your own wings, to fly up and away. To find peace in the struggle and a sort of geometry in the chaos.
... Or maybe you just like birds as much as I do. They're tiny, fierce dinosaurs. And you can see in their black, shiny eyes that they still remember when they ruled the earth.
There are five pieces in this collection:
The Ties of Choice (Ibis): Time's a red river and we move through it, or it moves through us, and nothing is ever the same from one drop to the next. So throw the dice, make the choice. We're moving downstream anyway.
Fight/Flight/Fire (Seagulls): The only way out is through. Sometimes that means out through the door. Just make sure you have your parachute.
Float (Pelican): Sometimes what we can't see is the only thing keeping us afloat. Try as we may, our old limbs are no match for the world, so we have to trust the aether to be able to fly through the crap that fills life.
Till You Make It (Flamingo): And then sometimes you're empty. Our hollow bones, the only thing with a semblance of strength. Those are the fake-it days, remember. Back straight. Eyes up front. Don't let them see the clogged pipes.
Detours (Penguins): Stability is a great thing, yeah. Having our feet solidly planted on the ground and all that. It can also be a trap. It's easy to get lost doing important things, and it's easy to forget walking is basically tricking your body into constantly falling forward.
AKA, The Gateway Drug!
A bit of a disclaimer:
This collection is sold here at an stupidly low price, and you might be wondering why. Well, when I started doing this art thing for a living, I figured the best way to get my name out there was to post it on Facebook. And to make the decision easy for people who saw them, I offered my work at a huge discount. I was not making a profit from those prints, but at the time nobody knew me, and I wanted them to see I was for real, and that my scribbles looked good in person. Also, I was building a group of people who liked my work, and that’s more important than anything. ;)
After a bit, I opened this store, where I offer my work at regular prices. I also wanted people who come here to be able to get this collection even if they never saw my Facebook posts, but it felt shitty to have them pay full price, when at the same time they could get them heavily discounted through my FB posts.
Maybe nobody who came here through Google or my Instagram or referred by a friend would ever see the discounted FB pieces, and I could certainly use the money, but you know? It didn’t feel right, and I want to be transparent about things. So for as long as I keep offering through FB at a discount, I’ll have them here for the same price.
With that out of the way, let me talk about the collection itself:
This is a story. My story, and probably yours too. Tell me if this sounds familiar:
We walk, fly and waddle. We fall through the world as a thread pulls us up. Ties us down. Trips us up. And through it all, we carry our old bones. We break them on the edges and grind them to dust on the stones. Because that's the way it goes. That's the only way to go anywhere.
This collection was created as a way to remember all this. And more importantly, to share it with you. We all do the same walk and stumble the same. And while we're on the ground, tightly tied by the red thread of life and lies and doubt and debt, we all dream of being a great winged beast, flying free. I share these pieces with you because I hope they'll help you find your own wings, to fly up and away. To find peace in the struggle and a sort of geometry in the chaos.
... Or maybe you just like birds as much as I do. They're tiny, fierce dinosaurs. And you can see in their black, shiny eyes that they still remember when they ruled the earth.
There are five pieces in this collection:
The Ties of Choice (Ibis): Time's a red river and we move through it, or it moves through us, and nothing is ever the same from one drop to the next. So throw the dice, make the choice. We're moving downstream anyway.
Fight/Flight/Fire (Seagulls): The only way out is through. Sometimes that means out through the door. Just make sure you have your parachute.
Float (Pelican): Sometimes what we can't see is the only thing keeping us afloat. Try as we may, our old limbs are no match for the world, so we have to trust the aether to be able to fly through the crap that fills life.
Till You Make It (Flamingo): And then sometimes you're empty. Our hollow bones, the only thing with a semblance of strength. Those are the fake-it days, remember. Back straight. Eyes up front. Don't let them see the clogged pipes.
Detours (Penguins): Stability is a great thing, yeah. Having our feet solidly planted on the ground and all that. It can also be a trap. It's easy to get lost doing important things, and it's easy to forget walking is basically tricking your body into constantly falling forward.
AKA, The Gateway Drug!
A bit of a disclaimer:
This collection is sold here at an stupidly low price, and you might be wondering why. Well, when I started doing this art thing for a living, I figured the best way to get my name out there was to post it on Facebook. And to make the decision easy for people who saw them, I offered my work at a huge discount. I was not making a profit from those prints, but at the time nobody knew me, and I wanted them to see I was for real, and that my scribbles looked good in person. Also, I was building a group of people who liked my work, and that’s more important than anything. ;)
After a bit, I opened this store, where I offer my work at regular prices. I also wanted people who come here to be able to get this collection even if they never saw my Facebook posts, but it felt shitty to have them pay full price, when at the same time they could get them heavily discounted through my FB posts.
Maybe nobody who came here through Google or my Instagram or referred by a friend would ever see the discounted FB pieces, and I could certainly use the money, but you know? It didn’t feel right, and I want to be transparent about things. So for as long as I keep offering through FB at a discount, I’ll have them here for the same price.
With that out of the way, let me talk about the collection itself:
This is a story. My story, and probably yours too. Tell me if this sounds familiar:
We walk, fly and waddle. We fall through the world as a thread pulls us up. Ties us down. Trips us up. And through it all, we carry our old bones. We break them on the edges and grind them to dust on the stones. Because that's the way it goes. That's the only way to go anywhere.
This collection was created as a way to remember all this. And more importantly, to share it with you. We all do the same walk and stumble the same. And while we're on the ground, tightly tied by the red thread of life and lies and doubt and debt, we all dream of being a great winged beast, flying free. I share these pieces with you because I hope they'll help you find your own wings, to fly up and away. To find peace in the struggle and a sort of geometry in the chaos.
... Or maybe you just like birds as much as I do. They're tiny, fierce dinosaurs. And you can see in their black, shiny eyes that they still remember when they ruled the earth.
There are five pieces in this collection:
The Ties of Choice (Ibis): Time's a red river and we move through it, or it moves through us, and nothing is ever the same from one drop to the next. So throw the dice, make the choice. We're moving downstream anyway.
Fight/Flight/Fire (Seagulls): The only way out is through. Sometimes that means out through the door. Just make sure you have your parachute.
Float (Pelican): Sometimes what we can't see is the only thing keeping us afloat. Try as we may, our old limbs are no match for the world, so we have to trust the aether to be able to fly through the crap that fills life.
Till You Make It (Flamingo): And then sometimes you're empty. Our hollow bones, the only thing with a semblance of strength. Those are the fake-it days, remember. Back straight. Eyes up front. Don't let them see the clogged pipes.
Detours (Penguins): Stability is a great thing, yeah. Having our feet solidly planted on the ground and all that. It can also be a trap. It's easy to get lost doing important things, and it's easy to forget walking is basically tricking your body into constantly falling forward.