Tonight: chicken, stuffed with broccoli, on a bed of butter and garlic rice. This is the healthiest meal I’ve made in months, so you need to understand how much of an accomplishment is for me. Please clap.
Ron McKenzie
@ronniemick.bsky.social
•Concept Artist (creature/character), •Freelance Journalist, (Rue Morgue, Blumhouse, Fangoria) •occasional writer of other things ronniemick/artstation.com
The little one’s crashed out on my lap, and I’m very pleased by this. ❤️
Throwing the ball at the park with our big girl. Maggie’s not as nimble as she used to be, but she’s still powered by the unconditional love that only an eternal puppy can radiate. The bestest “good girl”. ❤️
Everything’s in flux. I want this fully operational before Monday, so I’ve got my work cut out for me.
Now listening: collected essays, musings and other wild non-fictions. I come back here when the engines need a boost. #clivebarker
New workspace, remodelled for PSW homework. First week almost under my belt, now it really begins.
Adapting the Wiccan credo (“do what thou wilt at no harm to others”?) at this stage in life has been interesting. It’s a rock solid philosophy and we’d be in a much better place if it were widespread.
Touch-ups underway for some portfolio additions. Gonna make these babies shine. #creaturedesign #conceptdesign #makingmonsters #digitalsculpture
Question: Anybody else feel angry when they have a moment of clarity amidst a lifetime of self-defensive people-pleasing? I get so pissed at myself for all the accommodations I’ve made from fear of rejection or anger. Five decades in, and no clue what legitimate self-satisfaction even feels like.
The universe is telling me to become an artistic hermit. People are disappointing and absent and I’ve become a living pratfall in most social gatherings. So shutting out and locking in feels the better plan. Antisocial Shields, activate!
We’re closer than ever, so I’m reposting those.
We cannot destroy every monster making things so awful right now, so I’d be happy if just these two get completely and utterly fucking ANNIHILATED, on all levels. A focused effort by all. Make them the example, the “heads on pikes” we place at the gates as a warning to the other ghouls.
Giving this guy a digital glow-up in Nomad. It's a good start.
Arrived in Whale Cove yesterday, reunited with Katherine after three months. It’s beautiful here, and the people are lovely.
My little girl is seeing me off for the first leg of my Whale Cove adventures. Gonna miss my baby knuckleheads … so much.
Preaching fire. Best response I’ve seen to the reductive bafflegab passing for “criticism” today.
STAINED-GLASS EYES (Claudia’s song) bleeds with Lestat’s shame, guilt and sorrow, another crack in “The Brat Prince” persona he’s curated all this time. Being a monster only feels easier than dealing with all his pain, and it’s all coming to the surface now. Heart-rending TV.
Found TERROR IN THE AISLES on YouTube, so my afternoon plans are set now.
Here are some pumpkin adventurers, they live in a place where it's always a nice temperature and they never have heatwaves.
Cryptids. Folklorics. Hyperfauna. Whatever you like to call them… weird little guys.
Quick little piece of book fan art as I make my way towards the end of this one!
Man, I need to get back to making things. Writing, drawing, sculpting, anything. I feel the difference in me between doing it and not doing it, and I feel so much better in the former’s state.
Never been more delighted, watching the rapid disintegration of this particular grift.