Took AlmostSound's beautiful picture and did some compositing work. Enjoy, and look through parts II-V if you like this one haha.

And another.

Mr. Matt Conley requested a higher-res version of the Storm illustration. Here it is.

Girl's version of my Ocularis shirt.

A shirt for the summer collection based on Wirrow's regularity where he stated he "was not Joe."

Another Shirt For The Summer Collection 2012. (Once again, resized for uploading. Original resolution photoshop file available on request.)

Another Shirt For The hitRECord Summer Collection 2012 (Once Again, This Is Resized For Uploading, Full Size PSD Available Upon Request)

Shirt design for the summer collection (Half-resolution, full size PSD available upon request.)

A female version of my "Fact." shirt was requested, so here it is.

      In regards to feminism, being a female, and the idea of walking through the woods, I am out in the dark as a man. There's a whole big world out there, and a lot of it is empty forests with paths worn through them. And women will travel these paths on their way to becoming whatever it is they want to be. But sometimes, out in those dark, wooded glens, there waits a wolf. A snarling, gnashing monstrosity designed only to reduce dreams to bone. And should a wolf lure these women off the beaten path, they are lost forever. Even if they survive, even if they make it back to the way in which a lantern has lit, they'll never be the same.

      I believe men have to start thinking about what they're doing out there in the dark, and turn not into wolves, but rather into lanterns. I think we should help lead little red riding hood home, not eat her alive. When did we, as men, start believing we were better off as monsters?

A very strange, screamy, lo-fi track I threw down. Instrumental track available upon request.

LYRICS

It's a song sang for sinners
It's a drink drank by the mad
Love is not an answer, it's the problems we've always had
Let the gallows swing
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With the drink in my veins
These words were all I ever wrote
I pray these clocks will always cast you out
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And I pray, these clocks will always curse you
Cast your wishes as you may
But they'll live on, like lepers, they'll learn to see the light of day
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I hope I die before I wake, 'cause you deserve less than I can take

A poster version of the "Capturists" shirt I released earlier. Or just an image for remixing, either or.

Not really sure what this is. Just a story I guess.

Me reading my short poem/tiny story "Mimic".

A reading of my poem "Under Fathoms/As Shoals" on an edited, comped version of LizSmall's "And A New Earth" Stoic Faces video.

Another tank!

Another tank, this time with tdolan's fantastic artwork.

No idea, just bored.

Also, the original skull design was given to me for use by the good people at http://www.kerniecamproductions.com/, so head over and take a look at Andrew Kern's work. It's good stuff.

I made this as an ode, basically to HitRECord, but more so to the community that it houses. I appreciate every second I'm here and I think about our possibilities even when I'm not. So I guess I'm just saying thanks to everyone for making it wonderful. I'm not much of a voiceover artist or a video editor, but it was for a purpose, so I gave it a shot.

(HERE'S THE TEXT)

What you see here, is a monument. It's the beginning of the beginning. A lantern in a dark room. A torch in the forest.

What you see here, is the human soul splayed across a canvas. Penned on old paper. Sang in the voices of a thousand songs. Burned into the celluloid and spattered across the screen, silver or otherwise.

What you see here, are the rays of light that spread across the bedroom floor in the afternoon. The dust particles that float carelessly through them. A warmth unknown to the night that always comes eventually.

What you see here, is a testament to the strength of our spirits. The animals inside of us that tear and howl to be loosed upon the world. And we let them move from our hearts, to our veins, into the ends of our fingertips, onto canvases. Through our throats and past our teeth, to the ears of whoever is listening. And we show our dirty hands to the world and ask that they find hope in whatever is laid there.

What you see here, is love.

What you see here are saviors, heroes, artists, and martyrs. Here you'll see people, alive. And we've all lost something to the pen or to the brush, we've bled into the camera lenses and the microphones. We're illuminating the corners of the darkest rooms.

What you see here is our collective wounds. The scars they leave behind are ours, and they are testaments to the craft. They're reminders that we live to create a better world, a better place to survive in.

What you see here is the sunrise. The blue before the morning.

And what you'll see from now on, is the birth of a beautiful future.

What you see here, is thousands of people, together, building the sun from light they've made themselves.

And the sun, it's getting brighter. It's going to be a beautiful day. It's going to be a very, very beautiful day.

Thanks, for everything. 

Love,

Brandon

I loved the atom song remix so much that I added some underlying vocals, kind of as if the female singer and the male vocals are talking to each other-ish. I'm not a musician but I love making music, so I do it every chance I get. Enjoy.

Added lyrics:

And I'll stay asleep forever just waiting for you

I'm drowning quietly inside of this

But I'll keep dreaming about you anyway

We'll be forever tired until the night we breathe

We'll be lost forever

The night moves on

But my lungs continue on, they keep heaving

We'll go forward moving towards the sun forever

We'll be lost