Socks
Description: I sort of self portrait, or a commentary on self portraits, or some sort of attempt at making a self portrait seem like something more than it is.... It's definitely something - I don't know...
The Artist Socks
$20
Description: The Atomic Atheism symbol is NOT my design - but this is my redrawing of it, at the request of one of my longest standing friends - I added the "Science, Not Superstition" text on my own (I also didn't mention that, so he may hate it, lol) and overall I am really jazzed by how it came together.
Guilt Socks
$20
Among Us Socks
$20
Description: Wombi Rock is a special part of the Mohegan Sun Resort and Casino in Connecticut. I wanted to try to take some time to try and approach it from my sensibilities - I wanted to show it off the way that it looks in my mind.
Wombi Sky Socks
$20
Description: NOT MY IMAGE - This is a restoration, of sorts - trying to take a VERY small image, and see if I can turn it into an image large enough to be able to print - I used an image that is in the Creative Commons / Public Domain, so no trademark or copyright laws are in place to make anything an issue. Changes were made to the image to accommodate for distortions that happened as a result of the image scaling process.
Description: I love the castle at the Magic Kingdom. I took a photograph on a recent trip, when the castle was all lit up in vibrant blues - I took that image, and I worked and worked and worked to create something that could show my love for the place, for the energy, for the history, for the legacy, and for The Magic....
Description: At the end of the story, isn't that what we all want? A happy little ending? Well - the end of our story today comes courtesy of an adorable member of the Reaper family. Stylish grey tones and the stark white face of judgement, mixed with a cutesy touch of mortality come together to harvest your soul with a little touch of whimsy.....
Description: Hail to the elder gods, deep of the slumberlands, known to inhabit the psychotics, the children, and the terminally mad.... Blessed are they that inhabit the pit, for it leads to nothing - from which we all came, to which we all march with resolute assurance. Hails to the elder gods, deep of the slumberlands. They are us, we are us, them are them, forever and never. Amen.