The first time I looked up at the ceiling of the Chiesa di Sant’Ignazio in Rome, I couldn’t tell

This tattoo was meant to be a direct copy of Francisco de Zurbarán’s Agnus Dei

La Jeunesse de Bacchus is something else entirely

It was her wish, and I absolutely loved the story behind it

I came across this photo — I can’t remember where— but it stayed with me.

Not a modern bat. Not even a believable one. Its body is off.

The sculpture shows Alexander the Great—not at the height of empire, but at the edge of mortality

Equador line. You are exactly there. No north, no south. Only position.

Drew monsters—not from nightmares, but from the strange space between reality and

From Francisco Goya’s Two Men Fighting, drawn sometime…

Found a photo of my first tattoo. A small drawer.

It’s kind of amazing how a show he grew up with—and a Lego creation I stumbled on

No one knows exactly who commissioned them, but they were probably created for a noble family

It’s not the face of a monster. It’s the face of someone who has seen too much

Toi Toi Toilets -Celebrating a City Forever under construction

Jellyfish—not as creatures, but as living metaphors for surrender.

I did this tattoo for my dear friend Jacob from Leipzig

The image comes from one of my favorite myths—Plato’s story of the spherical beings,