March 4, 2024 - Scribbly sumi ink lines like folded air delineate the forms of bandana-masked apocalypse kids. Colored pencil over watercolor depicts a fairy and butterfly atop an enormous mushroom. The Mandalorian’s polished helmet flashes with specular light deftly realized with musical smears of gouache. A wolf’s vacant skull pincushioned with arrows and laden with esoteric symbolism is drawn with the crisp and unfailing line of a micron pen. No hatching no texture or gray values. Dune characters realized with every possible approach and instrument. All of this with just 30 seconds of flipping with my seemingly tireless left thumb against enchanted untrustable glass and its purple Instagram button. I want to paint. I want to hatch. I want to go real. I want to go expressive. I want to go minimalist. I want to be James Jean.…