Canvas-paper-fiber glass.

Goat at the end of the world

Chasing your dream

 Axolotl warrior riding  Quetzalcoatl 

The mischievous one

Crude Widows feasting.

Once a towering pumpjack in the heart of an oil field, the Crude Widow was consumed by fire and fury when the region fell into chaos. Left to rust as civilization crumbled, it was reawakened by strange energy leaking from beneath the scorched earth—fusing machine with instinct, but not humanity. What rose from the wreckage was not sentient, but it remembered. Remembered the e

 Crude Widow.

 It patrols the bones of the old city as a silent warden. It does not protect. It does not hunt. It simply moves. Like a metronome counting down time, or a punishment given form. Some say it's powered by regret. Others believe it's still drilling into the earth—looking for something it was never meant to find.