I,
Am Dr. Mangor: artist, animator, photographer, tinkerer, and keeper of an unreasonable number of jars whose contents I can no longer entirely account for. I spent twelve and a half years inside the humming machinery of the Haus of Mouse making pictures move, a respectable occupation (dangerously respectable?) that is, until the curtain fell and I was released back into the wild, where I discovered I rather enjoy building things without a committee gently inquiring whether the monster might be made more marketable. So the experiments resumed. This is the journal: art, animation, code, cryptids, cosmic horror, forgotten technology, an overabundance of AI (my apologies to the machine-haters), and whatever crawls out of the machinery next. No algorithm decides what you see here. No time exists here. There is no comment section. Yet. If you want to know what I’ve been making, you may have to actually come and look. How wonderfully inconvenient? Mind the jars. Do not open the basement door.
Please note: Do not stare at the fish people. They may stare back.
