Sean Morris is one of my favourite illustrators ever. Found out about him back in Perth two years ago, when the Williams Street Collective shops were giving away free designed cards and Sean Morris was one of the featured artists. There’s just something so graceful and ethereal about his drawings that always lures me into a temporary state of serenity. And it makes me happy too, so a level up for Sean!
Also, I’m finally done with The Essay Of Death. My eyes have shed their weight’s worth of blood and tears and I swear, right now, I’m seeing my research texts prints everyfuckingwhere. :( Like I turn to look at my wall but instead of white-washed, I see black words appearing and disappearing rapidly. That’s my cue to get some rest but I can’t seem to close my now-anorexic eyes. At the rate I’m going - skipping meals and sleep - I won’t be surprised if I wake up one day looking like Christian Bale in The Machinist (2004). :/
Except with a vagina.
