Clifford Chase
@cliffordchase.bsky.social
Author. Books include Winkie, in which Clifford Chase's teddy bear is on trial for terrorism, and The Tooth Fairy, a memoir in fragments. Currently at work on Sad Conquistador, an illustrated novel that concerns the conquest of México in 1519.
Drawing for a nightmare in my novel in progress, Sad Conquistador: A Comedy. #Stunday #EastCoastKin
October 12, 2025 at 8:22 PM
Drawing for a nightmare in my novel in progress, Sad Conquistador: A Comedy. #Stunday #EastCoastKin
“Perpetual back of head that knew what it knew. Perpetual longing for that head. Perpetual disgust for that longing …“ From Sad Conquistador: A Comedy, my novel in progress.
October 9, 2025 at 3:12 PM
“Perpetual back of head that knew what it knew. Perpetual longing for that head. Perpetual disgust for that longing …“ From Sad Conquistador: A Comedy, my novel in progress.
Drawing for Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress; after a 15th C. French engraving of the letter I, the first letter of 'Jesus' in Latin. #StunDay
October 5, 2025 at 1:22 PM
Drawing for Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress; after a 15th C. French engraving of the letter I, the first letter of 'Jesus' in Latin. #StunDay
Drawing for Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #MacroMonday #EastCoastKin
September 29, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Drawing for Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #MacroMonday #EastCoastKin
Looking down between corn rows in Huamantla, México; for Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #scape #EastCoastKin #Mexico
September 26, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Looking down between corn rows in Huamantla, México; for Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #scape #EastCoastKin #Mexico
“His dream presented a series of grotesques, sketched on a scrap of velum but also living creatures, who grimaced, crawled, leered, and ate. The page evoked a feeling, and the feeling was doom.” From Sad Conquistador: A Comedy, my novel in progress. #WackyWednesdayArt #EastCoastKin
September 24, 2025 at 7:07 PM
“His dream presented a series of grotesques, sketched on a scrap of velum but also living creatures, who grimaced, crawled, leered, and ate. The page evoked a feeling, and the feeling was doom.” From Sad Conquistador: A Comedy, my novel in progress. #WackyWednesdayArt #EastCoastKin
”The jester commenced juggling heavy objects from the store of Moctezuma's gifts—cup, duck, skull, gourd, frog—each fist sized, each fashioned in gold. Chuckling soldiers. Swish of objects wheeling through the spark-filled air.“ From Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #MacroMonday
September 22, 2025 at 2:36 PM
”The jester commenced juggling heavy objects from the store of Moctezuma's gifts—cup, duck, skull, gourd, frog—each fist sized, each fashioned in gold. Chuckling soldiers. Swish of objects wheeling through the spark-filled air.“ From Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #MacroMonday
Drawing for Sad Conquistador: A Comedy, my novel in progress. #MacroMonday
September 15, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Drawing for Sad Conquistador: A Comedy, my novel in progress. #MacroMonday
Illustration for Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #BlueSkyArtShow
September 13, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Illustration for Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #BlueSkyArtShow
“He turned and gazed down at the sea, hand twitching as his mind scratched the ripples. The ripples emanated from shore, as though to escape the afternoon sun.“ From Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #scape
September 5, 2025 at 4:41 PM
“He turned and gazed down at the sea, hand twitching as his mind scratched the ripples. The ripples emanated from shore, as though to escape the afternoon sun.“ From Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #scape
“‘’His own stream of lies hath joined an entire river,’ the inked fowl added, ‘and there mendacity swirls. He swirls too, a leaf in an eddy of pure duplicity’ Thus spake the beaked creature of his dream. Thus spake the bird.” From Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #Stunday
August 31, 2025 at 5:11 PM
“‘’His own stream of lies hath joined an entire river,’ the inked fowl added, ‘and there mendacity swirls. He swirls too, a leaf in an eddy of pure duplicity’ Thus spake the beaked creature of his dream. Thus spake the bird.” From Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #Stunday
“Cleofas sat beside his wounded friend, gazing at a battalion of cacti, which appeared to march toward him from over the next hillock.” From Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #ForestFriday
August 29, 2025 at 2:22 PM
“Cleofas sat beside his wounded friend, gazing at a battalion of cacti, which appeared to march toward him from over the next hillock.” From Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #ForestFriday
“A flock of seagulls flapped and squawked above the strand, seeking morsels, while the whitest one stared straight at him as it hovered, pitched into the wind, and seeming to smile at him. He turned and beheld his admirer.” From Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #WildlifeWednesday
August 27, 2025 at 6:47 PM
“A flock of seagulls flapped and squawked above the strand, seeking morsels, while the whitest one stared straight at him as it hovered, pitched into the wind, and seeming to smile at him. He turned and beheld his admirer.” From Sad Conquistador: a Comedy, my novel in progress. #WildlifeWednesday
“Beside Cleofas teetered one unscorched maize stalk, nearly as tall as himself, at whose apex a bean vine twirled upward, as though to escape the calamity under way.” From Sad Conquistador: A Comedy, my novel in progress. #MacroMonday
August 25, 2025 at 3:32 PM
“Beside Cleofas teetered one unscorched maize stalk, nearly as tall as himself, at whose apex a bean vine twirled upward, as though to escape the calamity under way.” From Sad Conquistador: A Comedy, my novel in progress. #MacroMonday
“Rodrigo nodded toward three soldiers who’d appeared before the campfire, one holding a rolled-up parchment—the legal pretext for establishing a colony. ‘Heigh, heigh, the devil rides upon a fiddlestick,’ Cleofas called, aping cheer.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #HumansofBlueSky
August 21, 2025 at 4:06 PM
“Rodrigo nodded toward three soldiers who’d appeared before the campfire, one holding a rolled-up parchment—the legal pretext for establishing a colony. ‘Heigh, heigh, the devil rides upon a fiddlestick,’ Cleofas called, aping cheer.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #HumansofBlueSky
“The friar flung the slave on the ground. ‘And what should I find in thy man-servant’s thieving hand?’ Now he threw down the object in question, which rolled once and landed right side up, as if the priest had learned to juggle.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #MacroMonday
August 18, 2025 at 2:18 PM
“The friar flung the slave on the ground. ‘And what should I find in thy man-servant’s thieving hand?’ Now he threw down the object in question, which rolled once and landed right side up, as if the priest had learned to juggle.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #MacroMonday
“The walls of the palace courtyard were frescoed a soft pink, like the interior of a seashell. Even the statues smiled, with outstretched arms, dozens of foot-tall clay figures nes¬tled in green nooks.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #HumansofBlueSky
August 14, 2025 at 3:23 PM
“The walls of the palace courtyard were frescoed a soft pink, like the interior of a seashell. Even the statues smiled, with outstretched arms, dozens of foot-tall clay figures nes¬tled in green nooks.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #HumansofBlueSky
“What had been a warmth in the cheeks now fanned across Cleofas’s neck and ears. He stared at a majuscule, whose twining serpents seemed to mock him.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #StunDay
August 10, 2025 at 2:52 PM
“What had been a warmth in the cheeks now fanned across Cleofas’s neck and ears. He stared at a majuscule, whose twining serpents seemed to mock him.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #StunDay
“Enthralled by spume, Cleofas let peace overtake him, the peace, that is, of inevitability. Water could only fall, downward, ever downward, splashing again and again at the bottom. Down, down. Destiny.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel-in-progress. #WaterfallWednesday
August 6, 2025 at 2:50 PM
“Enthralled by spume, Cleofas let peace overtake him, the peace, that is, of inevitability. Water could only fall, downward, ever downward, splashing again and again at the bottom. Down, down. Destiny.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel-in-progress. #WaterfallWednesday
“A line of penitents appeared. Two by two they marched, floating slowly in their long white robes and white pointed hoods, black holes for eyes. Cleofas realized it was Holy Saturday.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. Drawing is after an anonymous 16th C. engraving. #HumansofBlueSky
July 31, 2025 at 3:51 PM
“A line of penitents appeared. Two by two they marched, floating slowly in their long white robes and white pointed hoods, black holes for eyes. Cleofas realized it was Holy Saturday.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. Drawing is after an anonymous 16th C. engraving. #HumansofBlueSky
“The clouds slowly drifted steadily northward, reconfiguring as they went, rags falling aside, new rags collecting into new masses, all of it in some sort of slow-moving haste above the trees.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #BlueSkyMonday
July 28, 2025 at 2:16 PM
“The clouds slowly drifted steadily northward, reconfiguring as they went, rags falling aside, new rags collecting into new masses, all of it in some sort of slow-moving haste above the trees.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #BlueSkyMonday
“Immediately his eyes sought refuge in the sparkling muddy ripples before him. Soldiers began half-wading, half-swimming across. Cleofas was among the last to plunge down the bank.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #alternating
July 26, 2025 at 11:02 PM
“Immediately his eyes sought refuge in the sparkling muddy ripples before him. Soldiers began half-wading, half-swimming across. Cleofas was among the last to plunge down the bank.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #alternating
“Cleofas gazed up at a great rocky knoll descending into a black thicket. He hadn’t noticed the terrain growing steeper, only his steps getting harder. At last, he thought, a ravine to throw himself down. He’d die in a merkin of thorns.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #scape
July 25, 2025 at 1:52 PM
“Cleofas gazed up at a great rocky knoll descending into a black thicket. He hadn’t noticed the terrain growing steeper, only his steps getting harder. At last, he thought, a ravine to throw himself down. He’d die in a merkin of thorns.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #scape
“He wondered if that makeshift gallows would be up to the task. His gaze was ineluctably drawn to the flat burnished clouds that had gathered as though to view the execution.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #Stunday
July 20, 2025 at 2:11 PM
“He wondered if that makeshift gallows would be up to the task. His gaze was ineluctably drawn to the flat burnished clouds that had gathered as though to view the execution.” From Sad Conquistador, my novel in progress. #Stunday