Black Marker Expulsions

I don’t have too much to say for these sketches, except they are a form of catharsis. This particular type of black marker thing seems to ‘happen’ when I can’t find a way to express myself in the way that I’d like to in words. I’ve learned to stop and take a moment. These are…


Often, words feel inadequate, or too conclusive, to express the range and depth of my emotional landscapes. I suppose that’s why the dark horse is nameless. Life right now feels like coming awake from a bad dream and realizing it was all a terrible joke I played on myself. There’s been a lot to process and I need to make use of every possible technique in my expanding toolkit in order to hold a clear enough view to make it through a day.