Nemo Shiff
@nemoshiff.bsky.social
Artist / Writer.
I draw life as it is: absurd, odd, and slightly out of line.
I draw life as it is: absurd, odd, and slightly out of line.
Just another man walking through the light, unaware he’s part of someone else’s art.
November 25, 2025 at 4:17 AM
Just another man walking through the light, unaware he’s part of someone else’s art.
New Inner Panels is out now. Come say hello to two new characters with zero sanity.
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
November 25, 2025 at 2:14 AM
New Inner Panels is out now. Come say hello to two new characters with zero sanity.
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
Caught him mid-lunch… right at the moment he realized the paparazzi had found him. He froze. I froze. Our eyes met.
He gave me this look, full mafia vibes, the kind that says, “Forget this ever happened.”
I took the hint and escaped… barely.
He gave me this look, full mafia vibes, the kind that says, “Forget this ever happened.”
I took the hint and escaped… barely.
November 24, 2025 at 4:18 AM
Caught him mid-lunch… right at the moment he realized the paparazzi had found him. He froze. I froze. Our eyes met.
He gave me this look, full mafia vibes, the kind that says, “Forget this ever happened.”
I took the hint and escaped… barely.
He gave me this look, full mafia vibes, the kind that says, “Forget this ever happened.”
I took the hint and escaped… barely.
Today: summer. Tomorrow: winter.
Welcome to Israel in November, where even the forecasters seem to be confused about the script.
For now, here’s my drawing that matches the weather of this moment.
Welcome to Israel in November, where even the forecasters seem to be confused about the script.
For now, here’s my drawing that matches the weather of this moment.
November 23, 2025 at 11:11 AM
Today: summer. Tomorrow: winter.
Welcome to Israel in November, where even the forecasters seem to be confused about the script.
For now, here’s my drawing that matches the weather of this moment.
Welcome to Israel in November, where even the forecasters seem to be confused about the script.
For now, here’s my drawing that matches the weather of this moment.
For me, every picture I take tells a story. Even in the most ordinary moments, I find something worth keeping.
November 23, 2025 at 3:57 AM
For me, every picture I take tells a story. Even in the most ordinary moments, I find something worth keeping.
For me, being a digital artist in 2025 means constantly negotiating between what the machine produces and what my hand insists on drawing anyway.
This illustration is my little roll call: a room full of AI generated people and one stubborn, hand sketched self-portrait that refuses to become generic
This illustration is my little roll call: a room full of AI generated people and one stubborn, hand sketched self-portrait that refuses to become generic
November 22, 2025 at 1:13 PM
For me, being a digital artist in 2025 means constantly negotiating between what the machine produces and what my hand insists on drawing anyway.
This illustration is my little roll call: a room full of AI generated people and one stubborn, hand sketched self-portrait that refuses to become generic
This illustration is my little roll call: a room full of AI generated people and one stubborn, hand sketched self-portrait that refuses to become generic
This private moment was captured in a public square. It was one stolen minute of peace, from someone who still remembers how to slow down.
November 22, 2025 at 3:48 AM
This private moment was captured in a public square. It was one stolen minute of peace, from someone who still remembers how to slow down.
A set of illustrated moments from the thin, blurry line between “mine” and “everyone else’s business.” If you’ve ever felt like your private moments were being watched… this one’s for you.
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
November 22, 2025 at 2:32 AM
A set of illustrated moments from the thin, blurry line between “mine” and “everyone else’s business.” If you’ve ever felt like your private moments were being watched… this one’s for you.
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
Don’t tell my wife about this.... She hates cameras... If she’d seen me taking this, she’d stick her tongue out at the lens, so I took it fast and kept walking, trying not to lose sight of her.
November 20, 2025 at 4:17 AM
Don’t tell my wife about this.... She hates cameras... If she’d seen me taking this, she’d stick her tongue out at the lens, so I took it fast and kept walking, trying not to lose sight of her.
A snippet of a conversation on a television show sparked this idea, in the past it would develop into a flash fiction. Now, I let the illustration speak for itself.
November 19, 2025 at 11:58 PM
A snippet of a conversation on a television show sparked this idea, in the past it would develop into a flash fiction. Now, I let the illustration speak for itself.
This is why we can’t have guests-
November 19, 2025 at 12:30 PM
This is why we can’t have guests-
Ramat Gan, this is my city- busy, loud, alive. From here, all my stories begin.
November 19, 2025 at 3:47 AM
Ramat Gan, this is my city- busy, loud, alive. From here, all my stories begin.
As I stopped for one second. I noticed this cat. It said nothing, but the message was clear: “You’re mine now.”
November 17, 2025 at 3:45 AM
As I stopped for one second. I noticed this cat. It said nothing, but the message was clear: “You’re mine now.”
Where the tree grows, time slows.
November 16, 2025 at 12:10 PM
Where the tree grows, time slows.
Every wall is an opportunity not an obstacle.
November 16, 2025 at 4:41 AM
Every wall is an opportunity not an obstacle.
Well, I'm slightly offended. I asked him to look at me, even said ‘breadcrumbs’ and... nothing. Zero interest in my presence. At least I got a decent photo out of that relationship.
November 15, 2025 at 3:44 AM
Well, I'm slightly offended. I asked him to look at me, even said ‘breadcrumbs’ and... nothing. Zero interest in my presence. At least I got a decent photo out of that relationship.
Reality check: sometimes the street reflects a world that feels more honest to me than the real one.
November 14, 2025 at 3:49 AM
Reality check: sometimes the street reflects a world that feels more honest to me than the real one.
Some places don’t shout their stories to the world, they just stand, steady, waiting for you to notice thier beauty.
November 13, 2025 at 3:17 AM
Some places don’t shout their stories to the world, they just stand, steady, waiting for you to notice thier beauty.
An unfinished illustration dedicated to everyone who feels like they’re fighting the clock , one minute at a time.
November 12, 2025 at 12:31 PM
An unfinished illustration dedicated to everyone who feels like they’re fighting the clock , one minute at a time.
Life above Tel Aviv’s city line caught mid-argument. No subtitles needed. Just feathers.
November 12, 2025 at 3:44 AM
Life above Tel Aviv’s city line caught mid-argument. No subtitles needed. Just feathers.
Breaking Reality Bulletin:
November 11, 2025 at 1:13 PM
Breaking Reality Bulletin:
Operational report:
Subject remains steady against mild currents.
She is in “Do Not Disturb” mode, until further notice. Honestly? Respect.
Subject remains steady against mild currents.
She is in “Do Not Disturb” mode, until further notice. Honestly? Respect.
November 11, 2025 at 4:21 AM
Operational report:
Subject remains steady against mild currents.
She is in “Do Not Disturb” mode, until further notice. Honestly? Respect.
Subject remains steady against mild currents.
She is in “Do Not Disturb” mode, until further notice. Honestly? Respect.
For someone, this is the end of the day. For someone else, it’s only the beginning. So the real question is how we choose to see it.
November 10, 2025 at 2:38 AM
For someone, this is the end of the day. For someone else, it’s only the beginning. So the real question is how we choose to see it.
When I saw him for the first time, I thought: " Look at hime, He walks like he’s late to a meeting only he knows about. Like, he got things to do. Maybe errands?"
November 9, 2025 at 4:18 AM
When I saw him for the first time, I thought: " Look at hime, He walks like he’s late to a meeting only he knows about. Like, he got things to do. Maybe errands?"
No rain in Israel... well, not yet. But I know the sky has been thinking about it. And so have I.
So I’ve been drawing winter instead, in all its imagined versions, like this one.
So I’ve been drawing winter instead, in all its imagined versions, like this one.
November 8, 2025 at 5:25 PM
No rain in Israel... well, not yet. But I know the sky has been thinking about it. And so have I.
So I’ve been drawing winter instead, in all its imagined versions, like this one.
So I’ve been drawing winter instead, in all its imagined versions, like this one.