Some WIP slides from a zine I’m working on. The working title is “en plain poop air.” It’s all about public restrooms.

A House in Anvil, framed

Lies lies lies

Started a new sketchbook

My girlfriend, the beach, and a blurb

The bridge to Arkngthand

An Altmer on a break in Balmora

There was a time when this is how people dealt with fascists. Like Italy circa 1945, which is where I drew the inspiration for this image from.

If this really offends you, turn it upside down! Look! Yippee! They’re on a trampoline! Yayyyy! We can even call it a Trumpoline if you’d like.

A house in Cheydinhal. Smells of death.

My first sketch of the Ashlands. Normally, I paint Cyrodiil.