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Welcome

I’m Lore, and I make desert art.

All of my works live on this site. You can read a little more about them below.

Morgan gazing at the sky, just as a huge shadow sweeps over his home. A crowd roars through the streets in front of him.

Basedt

Guilt brings the survivor back to the first wound.

When Morgan was a boy, he jumped the walls of Basedt and fled into the hellish wastes of the ash tundra. He would become the only man to escape an unceasing storm that has isolated the city from the rest of the world for over a hundred years.

Although he finds a normal life in the world outside of the storm, Morgan is haunted by a grief that is his and his alone. Unable to reconcile with the memory of those he left behind, he becomes the only man to escape the storm—and to return.

The blood-water poet starts a little controversy from his pulpit.

Moribund

They become consumed with purpose. But why? You could ask, “Why are we bound to the surface of the earth with weight?” The immense mass of our planet attracts us to it. But why? Whose design is that? For what purpose? A wall would fall, but a god holds it up. No rain would reach Asthaom, but a god brings it. A people would perish on the ocean black, but a god shields them from the sea and sky.

This is a god, the bones of the world. When asked what their design is, they would answer, simply: “Because it must be done.”

Moribund is a terminal world of wayward people, loving deserts, and absent gods. Here, magic is a wound that you inflict on the world around you, and divinity is a thing that you do in order to survive. Things are a little strange, a little hard, but life is good.

A vista of Sedona, including Courthouse Butte and Bell Rock.

Other Work

Moribund is where my heart is, but I make eco-art, transformative fiction, and other works, too.

Wanna dance on the body of a dying empire with a disgraced war hero and her scrappy research assistant? Try ‘Chief and the R.A.’ out for size.

Two figures stand beneath a red sun. One is a formidable wall of a woman, outfitted in power armor; The other is slighter, dressed in a military coat and brandishing a scrappy little revolver.
A nature spirit reclining in a dry riverbed.

Looking for ghosts in the desert? Check out my works for ‘Those Who Went Missing.’

An illustrated natural history of the Sonoran Desert? Fanart? Got that too. Take a look around.

A herd of pronghorn take flight from the ghosts of the past.

Recent Fragments

  • An Account of Creation

    An Account of Creation

    The creation of First Woman and First Man; The birth of humanity; the birth of death; The old gods and the Far Walk; Man’s grave becomes the Cradle of Men.


  • The Snake and the Osprey

    The Snake and the Osprey

    The Snake and the Osprey are two primordial beings that are thought to have created the material world. They are sometimes called the Urs because they are the oldest things in existence.


  • Eulogy for the Satellite That Reduced Him to a Fine Red Mist

    Eulogy for the Satellite That Reduced Him to a Fine Red Mist

    one must imagine the alloy happy when it returned to the arms of its maker. I am speaking of Earth, of course. Not the dim red smudge on the pavement where beside two trunkless legs of flesh now stand.


  • Sauntiaq

    Sauntiaq

    Let me address the myths, first: The disease is not contagious. Sauntiaq cannot create other Sauntiaq through bite or blood ritual or whatever you may have heard. I am not saying this because the risk of transmission is negligible; it is impossible. The world that created Sauntiaq no longer exists. The people that you treat…


  • Have You Seen Me?

    Have You Seen Me?

    fanart for my new favorite iNaturalist observation. I need more people to look at it. Read the discussion and then identify this thang


  • i faced complete ego death and transfiguration and all I got was this beast forme

    i faced complete ego death and transfiguration and all I got was this beast forme

    Brief sidebar from working on my godforsaken twine to draw them. i listen to all of the Cedar and the Aspen one too many times and I lose control.