In both satire and lament, the Cataclysmus Cycle illustrates a series of sixteen scenes and characters from a fictional moment of apocalypse or immediate pre-apocalypse. Each image is accompanied by a caption, and the pairs form a very loose narrative about the disintegrating paradigm the characters inhabit. The hues and moods of the images are echoed heavily in the custom frames that hold them.
![Storms mustered beneath Luna Tyrannus, and Cataclysmus descended.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/34c1aad1-81de-4dd5-a446-3b8a0906781c_rw_1200.jpg?h=eeb16f9b0074814b6b167a9ffd8d828e)
Storms mustered beneath Luna Tyrannus, and Cataclysmus descended.
![The accidental became ritual.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/ea1be51a-0fdf-463b-8932-7a05d5358e0c_rw_1200.jpg?h=3e347c626c00f3e88bbecb06ca0ec609)
The accidental became ritual.
![Documentary swallowed memory, and the eyes failed at last.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/8892f793-341f-4433-8cf6-bd00855490ab_rw_1200.jpg?h=1bfc8b2c1653e3728bbea5459c41ec35)
Documentary swallowed memory, and the eyes failed at last.
![The past murmured, snickered, bristled, shuddered, and snored without reprieve. At times it shuddered and quaked in self-loathing.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/615a026c-e636-43c9-affe-c3bde6a379ef_rw_1200.jpg?h=a170410e8e5fa2cb26cf1867472d0c1f)
The past murmured, snickered, bristled, shuddered, and snored without reprieve. At times it shuddered and quaked in self-loathing.
![Guile there was, in spades.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/9b6e6e99-1843-4f94-ae9f-8410cf733611_rw_1200.jpg?h=7639147336ba014726109f7c64ce1fd3)
Guile there was, in spades.
![Gold grew useless, but secrets were stolen away.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/9aeacecb-6c26-4631-b333-2c89089836d1_rw_1200.jpg?h=da08fc5cdf59e05b5b118ea2a648409f)
Gold grew useless, but secrets were stolen away.
![Even when its name was lost, despair trod among us.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/c70bad27-e7fc-4f8a-a1cc-bc4832bea412_rw_1200.jpg?h=71976da7e836d2f74bfb129a2381f47e)
Even when its name was lost, despair trod among us.
![A doughty few stood in the narrows and stalked the stalkers.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/5b7b59fb-3fba-408a-9936-e70b54c661f2_rw_1200.jpg?h=2ae807aeafcee5fa67711997382612da)
A doughty few stood in the narrows and stalked the stalkers.
![Oft we came in threes.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/903881b1-1037-4658-952a-3012564fdc89_rw_1200.jpg?h=3c14884c51ba3c1267a6c8a53344de04)
Oft we came in threes.
![Pitch and rhythm eroded like dead earth. Still—music was made.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/a02f567d-e70c-401c-ad96-b8c276be8250_rw_1200.jpg?h=d9a0be8c56932b8f863b4725f416b460)
Pitch and rhythm eroded like dead earth. Still—music was made.
![Flavor was not long remembered.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/c4ca3f5e-99ef-4e00-bb80-0b5c430f7727_rw_1200.jpg?h=a864c6295aef775da579bb7498ad76a6)
Flavor was not long remembered.
![Joy and folly would not hold.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/bd313b78-6658-4789-b907-69fd1bd52188_rw_1200.jpg?h=629c1a2dbab2d44918a3bb739693e8be)
Joy and folly would not hold.
![In the mirror I beheld Ichabod Crane.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/c82bc148-0f8b-4abb-90bf-adca6d73543e_rw_1200.jpg?h=f6bc4c4a91ed0ab164d1b5ec166adf73)
In the mirror I beheld Ichabod Crane.
![Again we trusted to iron and scourged the sorcery of paper.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/cbb67884-23cd-4484-9cf0-0ab94fab8e67_rw_1200.jpg?h=84aa671d16118fdad67d9de1b30e966e)
Again we trusted to iron and scourged the sorcery of paper.
![Some yet were wise, good, and fell.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/d7b53892-ed6b-4305-a2e7-49bb44333c30_rw_1200.jpg?h=a7cf0eb865553c3308e47e68ccf18d7f)
Some yet were wise, good, and fell.
![At the utmost end, still there was hope in song.](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/ed9f47b4-0742-47ca-8eb7-559bc498d59b_rw_1200.jpg?h=c407bb5f20795cb6b09e07906f4f22ec)
At the utmost end, still there was hope in song.
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/b4bba7b9d62f1a3c20ecfb6edd898dda/0632a0e9-cc23-4345-ac83-b5db80a0ddb7_rw_1200.jpg?h=fb9d6e9111d219ad3011ff4816127076)
Each image is held in a custom frame of poplar and rusted metal.