Im looking for commissions. Album covers, flyers, posters anything like that. Anyone interested? I'm cheap ^___^

Being a broke-ass dude, I set up a seperate profile to show only the pieces of my work that are FOR SALE

Here's the procedure:

1.Go to :[link]
2.Pick something.
3.E-mail me.
4.Send me money.
5.I send you art.

Everyone's a winner.



P.S. Always open to comissions.

Part #2 - camping.
Camping is the default natural condition of men. Houses were invented by women.

Sometimes we move without seeming to. As if the path beneath us were a snake, drawing us on with it's undulations. And slowly, or swiftly, we realise the sights we recognised as our surroundings are mere memories, and soon we cannot recall where our journey began. Sometimes too, we run a fast as we can, for as long as we can, and seem to have made no headway at all.The snake-path changes with each moment, rippling and shifting like the currents in the sea, sometimes straight, sometimes broad, and at other moments narrow as a hair's breadth, or convoluted like the gyrus of a brain. The path is sometimes a razor and sometimes a road, and even when we stop dead still, it can take us places. On each side the ground drops away to the abyss. The path is treacherous, and sometimes those things which keep us centered are the same things that push us over the edge.

The lamp light shines out of the skulls,like jack o' lanterns, yellow and fierce. Too few it seems are left. Most are dark and empty, like the old houses on the lonely lake-shores and silent mountain sides. This is why the world is so bleak. Who will light the way when all the brightest lamps we know have burned away to dust? You? Or I? Here is our dilemma…we cannot see the glow from our own skulls, as though searching for a blaze in the night while carrying only a feeble match. What then when morning is come? Dawn brings only sameness, homogenising the light into a milky day, where we can scarcely recognize even the most brilliant flames.