Here’s some flash fic I wrote a while back, loosely-inspired by a character from the video game series, Borderlands.
CW: For medical malpractice, murder, general scumbag not-a-doctor-anymore type stuff
Continue reading Flash Fiction – “Tools”Here’s some flash fic I wrote a while back, loosely-inspired by a character from the video game series, Borderlands.
CW: For medical malpractice, murder, general scumbag not-a-doctor-anymore type stuff
Continue reading Flash Fiction – “Tools”This one’s sorta sad, process kinda stuff about feelings of being alone, even though I’m surrounded by a lot of cool and kind people.
Continue reading Poem – “Flatline”Castle in a Cave
by Anthony Jutz
[Contains mentions of: Illness, death penalty, and Canada, I guess]
Continue reading Flash Fiction – “Castle in a Cave”CN: Apocalyptic Machinery
Continue reading Flash Fiction – “Daylight Savings Time”I can’t believe I didn’t post this here. I’m very proud of this story and it contains much weirdness. I hope you enjoy it too! [Note, March 2023: Apparently I didn’t have this published, so, here ya go!]
CN: Biomechanical horror, death, transformation
Continue reading The BuildersSo, I wrote this rather twisted and ridiculous faux opinion article on a supernatural chicken deity and, well, y’all will just have to read this absurd thing for yourselves.
[CW: Mentions of animal torment, fictional conspiracy stuff]
Continue reading The Ur-ChickenIt’s been a while since there’s been a post here! I’m not sure how much I’m going to, but we’ll see! My site crashed last year and was down for a few months. Lost some posts. So, no time like the present to at least get things up to date a bit!
Here’s some art from the last bit, to show off where I’m at now!
I’ve been leaning into digitally-coloring my ink drawings and having a lot of fun with it. Something I’m especially proud of is how much better depth and texture I’m adding, as well as increasingly-expressive line art. I find that embracing the loose and controlled-chaos of my work is beneficial to what I want to achieve. Plus it’s fun!
The three digital illustrations here are from my Ominous Doom Planet, world. I’ve been exploring and expanding upon it more. It’s a great playground to see where my creativity takes me.
Some lore: Those floating scrap-metal bunker things are from a cult I’ve been referring to as the “Temple of Tetanus”. It’s delightfully bizarre, isn’t it? Anyway, my thought is they’re like these not-dead-not-alive cyborg types who aim to catalog things and discover the purpose of their existence. And it’s an absurd existence, at that.
They construct these metal bunkers that often are floated on a chunk of ground. What a cool way to travel! Especially since gravity is strange here, on the edge of reality.
Oh! I should mention: My buddy The Astronaut King and I have a new split album up for pre-order. It has my art, his awesome spaghetti-western-in-space guitar music, and my delightfully bizarre “madman electronica” on it.
Two musicians. Two distinct styles. Ten songs. Two tales set in the Otherworlds. All awesome. We each have a song released right now, with another one coming sometime soon! Go check it out. I’m certain y’all will love it!
Well, there’s a fun tidbit for y’all to muse over! I fully intend to upload some more sometime soon. Been busy busy busy!
Hey friends! Figured I’d write up some thoughts I’m having on Twitter, and share some art I’ve done in the last little bit.
Here’s a tree I sketched out for my dad’s birthday recently, with some indigo paints a friend gifted me and some muddy-green ink I picked up that I really like.
Here’s some thoughts I posted to Twitter today, that I think are a nice bit of insight to keep me going:
I can’t remember who posted it, but I saw something like “artists need plenty of time to do nothing”, and honestly? For real. Making stuff, at least for me, requires a massive amount of focus and energy to channel things onto paper. That, on top of more typical life shit lol.
So with that in mind I feel better about not hammering stuff out like in an assembly line. And even if I was? Still would need proper rest time.
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A healthy boundary I’m developing in regard to my ambitions, is “what I do and can do is good enough.” I see all this cool shit people make that I love the look of, and instead of having high expectations I just let myself make what I make and do a loose study if I’m so inclined.
I’m hitting a point where I’m fairly content with my level of skill and craft. I am playing around and figuring out what I wanna say, beyond making neat little vignettes to soothe my soul with. Biggest things seem to be “ha isn’t life fucking absurd” and “just gotta keep going.”
I think these speak for themselves, for the most part, but I’ll elaborate a bit just for my own sake, to get some more thoughts out.
A big thing I ran into for ages was having lofty ideals and ambitions, with no clear idea how to get there and limited energy just to brute force it. Even despite that, I’m proud of a lot of what I’ve done and the personal growth I’ve had.
My goal moving forward is self-fulfillment and sustainability. And remembering to live. Art isn’t just putting marks on a page. Music isn’t just hammering out some notes. A big part of it is in studying from life and studying craft — this includes not just learning to do the thing, but learning to say what I want with the thing.
Much of this is related to like, finding the light in the darkness. The world is a deeply chaotic, often unpleasant, but also beautiful place. Giving contrast to and bringing awareness to parts of it can really be enlightening and also sometimes encouraging, despite the deeply dark parts of reality.
Existence, this planet, the things we’ve got, us… it’s all an extremely unlikely thing in this infinite universe we live in. And there’s a lot to do if we’re going to keep existing, but that’s not the focus of this post.
I guess my point is, keep going, keep doing the thing, appreciate it ’til we can’t. I dunno, this post got more existential than I anticipated. I hope y’all got something out of this post, too!
Hey friends! It’s been a while since I’ve shared anything new here. The work I did during the first half of the year really caught up with me and led me to have to slow down quite a bit. But I’ve still done some cool stuff! I’ll document some of it here.
I’ve done several paintings, but here’s the noteworthy ones that I have scans of.
Below is a quick landscape I did in preparation for a much larger commission I did for a friend. I rather like the weird, acid-yellow/green sky with the haunting blood-red moon. It’s ominous in a way I enjoy.
Below are some fun watercolor and ink trees I painted, as I was easing back into the medium after burning out on it for a bit after the afore-mentioned large commission I did. I had fun with these, and they’re the first ones I did using some “self-evolving” watercolors I bought, which granulate in interesting ways as they dry.
Below are some more trees I painted, using those self-evolving paints. I rather enjoy the granulation and hints at a background that they include.
Below is another painting I did, but this one was with the intent of doing a full-page painting again. I hadn’t quite had the energy to do so for a while, but I’m branching out again and I rather like this as a first attempt.
Beyond that, I did a little bit of music, but not a whole lot. I’m still figuring out what my values and desires for my music are, after releasing so much earlier this year. Any new, little pieces I did can be found at my SoundCloud, which you can find below. Here’s an embedded link of the newest one I’ve done.
Thank you for reading this post! I’ve been uploading stuff more regularly at my Patreon. If you wanna check that out, I’ll drop a link below:
I had the urge to write something gross, so I figured I’d lean into it and write it. First bit of finished flash fic in like… several months lol. I like the idea of a biomechanical vampire that feeds upon filth.
Content Note: Contains mentions of blood, disease, general gross industrial waste kinda shit
The Filthy One
By Anthony JutzThe grimy, unfiltered mud on the air fills Bloat’s lungs, as he sips the soot-wasted water. The contamination floods his veins, the tubes and processors attached to his back pulsating angrily. It wouldn’t be long before he was ready.
His vision runs crimson, the industrial wasteland of the city below offering fresh prey. The humans he feeds upon may be vulnerable and weighted by the utter disease of this place, but the residue of factories and their byproducts gives him a strength of desolate, biological perversion. His fangs drip an odd sort of poison, a mixture of blood and disgust, all the better to sap his prey of strength.
Diving below, he tackles a stray human and drags them into the sewer, their screams deadened by his teeth clamping their throat shut. As with the others before, he buries them in the filth, to brew and stew until they are ripe and bloated, perfect for drinking from.
Another night’s good work achieved, Bloat inhales the fetid air and sighs. Time to rest.