Hollie is a rural-born, urban-at-heart, artist, photographer, and writer, dedicated to creating and inspiring with reckless abandon!
Judge me if you must, but try not to make a mess.
+ Documenting slightly altered, partially imagined, and absolutely surreal moments of daily life in a series of landscapes and portraits entitled Current Histories
+ Moving forward with The Fairy Story Field Guide conception and art
+ Finalizing working draft + story boarding for graphic novel The Mother.
Be wary of calling upon champions to throw to the lions, for they will no longer be there to save you. ~H
“That bitch owes me money,” he said gruffly as he took another swig from the bottle. A drop of the thin, yellow liquid slid down his chin before being wiped away with the back of a withered hand.
She hated it when he got like this. Belligerent, obnoxious old fool. These were the moods that got him locked up all those times. These were the moods that got mother smacked in the mouth and made her leave. These were the moods she dreaded. In his youth, these moods were lusty declarations of manhood, charging in warlike and ready to conquer. But he was old now. Old and spent…