This painting was a lot of different things. There was a different space ship. There were no eyeballs. And it sat there, on my easel, on my wall, looking quite normal to my eyes.

“I ain’t here to be normal! I’m trying to make an odd name for myself!”

I have of late, and wherefore I think I know, become enamored of eyeballs, particularly when they are in space and attached to odd things. The wherefore? A little video game a friend and I played called Look Outside.

In this game, the player is a resident of an apartment building who must figure out why everyone who looks outside keeps mutating. One family across the hall mutates into teeth creatures, for example.

I will not spoil the truth behind the story, but it lingers, doods. And while I have not mutated into a teeth creature (I promise) I have developed a yearning for the ocular in my cosmos.

Earlier in my artistic life, I styled myself the space artist and dedicated myself to drawing space. Lately, our own space is not enough. Currently I am peeking through the membrane to see other worlds, eyeball worlds. I hope you enjoy the ride!

These are just a few examples of my eyeball illustrations. I’m excited to improve and get odder.