The collective blog of the artists at Müz,
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Drinking Wolf by Nara Strete


Another illustration in my personal copy of the bible.

Drinking Wolf by Nara Strete

Another illustration in my personal copy of the bible.

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Guitar Player Gif by Nara Strete
This is simple, but I’m proud of it. I taught myself how to do small animated gifs for an upcoming project. This gif and others will be in a future presentation.

Guitar Player Gif by Nara Strete

This is simple, but I’m proud of it. I taught myself how to do small animated gifs for an upcoming project. This gif and others will be in a future presentation.

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New Orleans Before by Anna Gosselin


Before traveling to NOLA, this composition was composed to be the combination of all of the preconceptions and assumptions about what it was going to be like.
New Orleans Before by Anna Gosselin
Before traveling to NOLA, this composition was composed to be the combination of all of the preconceptions and assumptions about what it was going to be like.
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Page of doodled creature concepts by Nara Strete

Page of doodled creature concepts by Nara Strete

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I/D by Stefan Orzech

I/D by Stefan Orzech

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The Clock Tower Series — Part 2


Caught in Time

   This week: Mary travels back in time… Visiting the catacombs… Reliving the past… Traces of memories from the future… New beginnings…

   An old peddler shaking a pair of bells. Chattering tourists. Growling automobiles. Fluttering pigeons. Nearby, the bells of a church. Mary gradually awoke to the atmosphere of Lima, Peru’s capital city. Standing in a cobblestone courtyard, she was surrounded by classmates from her elementary school, all talking excitedly about heaven and whether people could come back from the dead—What if one of the skeletons grabs you? What if you get lost? What if the adults accidentally lock you inside the monastery?

   As she and her classmates walked across the courtyard, Mary’s thoughts sharpened and her vision gradually came into focus. She remembered: That’s right, I’m on a class field to the catacombs—but didn’t that happen 9 years ago…? It’d been the first time she’d ever seen human bones. Looming in front of her was the yellow bricked Monastery of San Francisco, one of the oldest buildings in the city, famous for the soundless world beneath it where hundreds were buried in unmarked mass graves.

   Lourdes, who was walking beside Mary, said, Do you think you can talk to the bones? What if the people aren’t really dead… just sleeping?”

   Mary thought for a moment. “Maybe they can hear you in heaven. Me and abuelito go to the graveyard to see mami and papi sometimes… We leave flowers and say the Our Father… I think they can hear me.”

   By now the memories of the clock tower and the creature who helped her had begun slipping away. Mary remembered the events as a dream at first, but before long they’d disappeared from her mind. As their teacher, Señora Martín, led them through the large, wooden doors into the monastery, Mary, only 10, felt a tinge of gratitude and happiness beyond her years…

   She closed her eyes to silently say a prayer. She thought of her parents, who she knew only through photographs, and of asking her grandfather more about the dead. And as soon as she began formulating a question, the world again suddenly fell out from underneath her.

by Ricky Morales

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Porbeagle by Nara Strete
Small illustration of a porbeagle shark. Their features make them look perpetually worried or pleased, depending on the angle.
Pattern and color scheme inspired by 80’s fashion.

Porbeagle by Nara Strete

Small illustration of a porbeagle shark. Their features make them look perpetually worried or pleased, depending on the angle.

Pattern and color scheme inspired by 80’s fashion.

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Untitled Photograph by Stefan Orzech

Untitled Photograph by Stefan Orzech

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Sea Scape by Anna Gosselin




Sitting in an enclosed dark room, this was the image in my head.
Sea Scape by Anna Gosselin
Sitting in an enclosed dark room, this was the image in my head.
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Birds by Ricky Morales

I went to an old-fashioned pub for dinner with my girlfriend the other night. When we finished our meal, she led the way toward the front door and as she pushed it open, a flock of birds swept through the gray sky beside the building. I paused and watched the birds for a second as they dipped and circled by a nearby church then took off into the evening. I’m fond of birds and find myself watching them often, not because I’m a bird watcher or anything but because they remind me of being young and free. Then I remember that birds don’t think the way I do. To be a bird would involve facing all the restrictions of birddom — flying to warm places, eating scraps of human food, preening one’s feathers for hours a day…

My girlfriend waited for me patiently while I entertained the thoughts. Eventually she put her arm in mine and we walked out into the cold, in the opposite direction of the birds.

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