The moon shines down upon an open field, while you walk on the bare, crumbling cement of the path. The trees are welcoming but dark, and the night feels no place to wander.
My name is Jeremy, and I create, research, and teach comics and graphic narratives (and their overlap with anthropology, ethnography, media, communication, etc.). I am also a textile artists, and I am often up for doing work freelance/by commission -- ask me and see.
And now, a poem:
watching stars collide,
i breathe a sigh of wonder;
life so short, yet so long
1 comment:
i hate it when people get rid of perfectly excellent mutant powers.
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