Painting
Oil, acrylic, watercolor, and digital painting
Benjamin, Adorno, Horkheimer, And A Path Backward Through Hegel
I've been reading Benjamin, Adorno, and Horkheimer, and the more I do the more I realize how much of what they're saying comes from conversations with the thinkers before them. It feels like walking into a room where everyone’s already mid conversation. This deep dive is my way of tracing those voices backward. I want to understand where ideas come from, how they evolve across time, and what they say about art, memory, and what it means to create something that feels alive.
Wolverine: Rust and Ruin
The night smelled like iron and wet ash. Logan stood in the alley behind a burned-out tenement, rain dripping off his jacket, pooling around his bo...
WINDIGOkid
October 02, 2025 · 3 min read
Strange & Necessary
Strange & Necessary is a deep dive into the gothic literature, film and folklore. It’s for the too-beautiful, the too-strange, the too-questioning creatures that unsettle the world simply by existing. Here I unravel history, film, and folklore while weaving in the threads of my own book. This is a candlelit diary of orphans, sin-eaters, poisons, crows, and heroines who reveal society’s hypocrisy and remind us that difference is not only strange, but necessary.
Whiskey Suns and Asphalt Dreams
I was an unlicensed weather system when the sun crawled over Las Vegas like a jaundiced tick, and the air tasted like burned coins and motel chlor...
WINDIGOkid
September 24, 2025 · 9 min read
The Echo Room
Evelyn arrived at the research facility long after midnight, her breath crystallizing in the air. The place was a concrete labyrinth — no windows, ...
WINDIGOkid
September 24, 2025 · 2 min read
Ashes of the Fleet
The fleet had broken in the sky. Fire still rained in streaks, burning trails across the night like the heavens themselves were bleeding. Of the t...
WINDIGOkid
August 25, 2025 · 2 min read
Shards of Faith
The Metropolis skyline burned orange in the late afternoon. Traffic hummed, the air thick with exhaust, when the sirens split the streets open. Su...
WINDIGOkid
August 25, 2025 · 3 min read
Ashwood: The Marrow Hunt
The Ashwood was never quiet anymore. The trees whispered with the dry rasp of infected lungs, the ground crawled with the stink of rot, and the win...
WINDIGOkid
August 17, 2025 · 5 min read
Red Sky at Dawn
The sky bled crimson over the ravaged lands of Yomi-no-Kuni, a parallel realm twisted by ancient wrath and the sins of gods. The trees here grew wi...
WINDIGOkid
July 20, 2025 · 3 min read
On Magic, Creation, and Feeling Safe
I’ve been reading a lot. A lot about the history of the internet, a lot about social media... a lot about boy kings who claimed the technological c...
Jeff Richardson
July 06, 2025 · 3 min read
1917 : Weapon X
The war had already gone on too long. The fields were no longer green but churned with red, soaked in mud and sinew, veined with trenches like open...
WINDIGOkid
July 06, 2025 · 3 min read
Is everybody happy I am the god who created this cartoon
I’ve decided I’m going to attempt to read Thus Spoke Zarathustra. And I say “attempt” because that’s what it feels like... like I’m gearing up to c...
Jeff Richardson
June 18, 2025 · 2 min read