some recent sketchbook pages..
+ i was reminded of the phrase “Eden Bone” from a dream i had on this day last year.
in the dream i was living in new orleans, at the end of the world, and it was always foggy there. my old dog was still alive, and he followed me wherever I went. I was roommates with a serial killer, though i wasn’t very afraid of that fact, and I was gathering writing material for a book I was going to name Eden Bone
and i only mention it because it’s a pretty good name for Something, like of the noise project or weird zine realm ig…… thanks 2 my subconscious for coming thru 4 me