Leading a nocturnal life in the middle of a Tasmanian winter would make a certain sort of person depressed. The same sort would say my latest work is the product of depression. I’m wired very differently. Three hours of daylight after waking is enough (and too much when the sun is out) and if “depression” prompts work like Corpsemother it’s infinitely preferable to what I felt three months ago.
There’ll be plenty more to come. I’ve also opened another account pickled-heart.deviantart.com/ to store photos I’ve taken over the years. There are no golden beaches or baby koalas but there’s lots of rubble and graffiti. This isn’t pure self-indulgence – you’re welcome to use this stuff for reference, stock, inspiration, etc. Just give credit where it’s due.
It’s back to work now. Thanks for your time.