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https://paneye.bandcamp.com/


Wednesday, October 21, 2026

Hey Bro

Since moving into my cabin in the forest a month ago, the quiet of the leaves and the birds has been the most soothing thing I’ve felt in a long time.


There have been other things too.


For the past few weeks, a small patch of tiny leaves, dirt and twigs has been appearing on my bed. Always in the same place, right beside where I sleep, at about shoulder height. I clear them away. They come back - sometimes days later, sometimes the same afternoon.


At first I thought someone was playing a trick. My brother Eddy and my parents live close by. But the cabin stays locked, and there’s no way in. There’s also no way the debris could have blown or fallen there on its own. I checked everything.


After a while I started half-seriously wondering if something from the forest was coming in and leaving it. Sometimes the leaves and dirt were there when I woke up. The thought that followed was worse: that whatever it was had been sitting on the bed, watching me sleep.


I never figured out how it was happening.


Last night, after midnight, I was drifting off when I heard the water filter start up. The unit is loud and distinctive; it’s in the next room, up a short stairway. I heard someone filling a cup. I assumed it was Eddy, even though everyone should have been asleep. Then I realised no one had come in. No one possibly could have. I always locked all the doors at night. 


Fear moved up into my throat.


My bedroom was dark. At the foot of the bed, in the doorway that opens onto the forest, a figure was standing. It was wearing a baseball cap. For a second I still thought it was Eddy.


It spoke.


“Hey bro.”


It wasn’t him. My room was locked from the inside. Nothing should have been able to get in.


I tried to answer.


“Who… who… who are you.”


The words barely formed. My voice felt strangled. I understood, then, that I was in some kind of sleep paralysis.


The figure threw something at me.

I shook myself hard and came fully awake.


The figure was gone.


In the bed beside me was my own baseball cap - the one I always hang on the hook by the door.




Sunday, October 18, 2026

Friday, October 16, 2026

Sunday, October 4, 2026

Old drawing from 2007 found in a box


 

The Treffry Castle


Poor old Will Treffry. Disinherited, cast out of his Cornish Castle on the lovely coast of Fowey, and sent to live with the peasants in Australia. What tragedy hath befallen thee.

https://www.placefowey.com/

Wednesday, September 30, 2026

Sunday, September 27, 2026

Willo the Wisp





Willo was out on the Lachlan Side

With a thousand pounds on his head,

A score of troopers scattered wide,

And a hundred more were ready to ride 

Wherever a rumour led. 


The outlaw stole like a hunted fox,

Through the scrub and stunted heath

And peered like a hawk from his eyrie rocks

Through the waving boughs of the sapling box

On the troopers riding beneath.


His clothes were rent by the clutching thorn,

And his blistered feet were bare;

Ragged and torn, with his beard unshorn,

He hid in the woods like a beast forelorn,

With a padded path to his lair.


And the outlaw followed the lone path back

With food for another day;

And the kindly darkness covered his track,

And the shadows swallowed him deep and black,

Where the starlight melted away.



Saturday, September 26, 2026

Leaving Level 11 for the Forest




 Goodbye Edgecliff 

Friday, September 25, 2026

Safeword HQ



 

I am Artist Management (currently on indefinite leave for personal reasons - Val covering in my stead).

www.safewordhq.com


SAFEWORDHQ CEO - Will Colvin (Hedgefund, Sweet William musical genius). 


Tuesday, September 15, 2026

Samurai


 My brother Samurai

Saturday, September 12, 2026

Old Cloud / Bright Cloud


You are standing in the middle of a cloud with no edges. 

A cloud with no edges fills up the whole sky. 

Whether it’s a bright cloud or an old cloud, it has no rim and still fills up the sky. 

If the cloud is very bright and joyous, remember that you can’t see the ground. 

If the cloud is especially grey and cold, remember that it’s just that old cloud, hiding the ground again. 

Look for the bird that lives on your finger, and you’ll find the ground again.

Monday, September 7, 2026

Paneye 2024


 

Uni Days


 

Newtown Cousin Dynasty


 Sambo’s birdsong floating through the windows 

Sunday, September 6, 2026

Saturday, August 8, 2026

Saturday, August 1, 2026

Sunday, July 26, 2026

A long ago fire

May, 2024
 

Friday, July 24, 2026

Earth beats and Snake fingers




Recording for our next musical venture.  I got 2 hours of high quality and varied earth beats and snake finger drums. 

Tuesday, July 21, 2026

Sunday, July 19, 2026

May You Drink From The Dark Depths Happily (2011)


 Music from Paneye's 2011 demo "Glacier Witch". It will be re-released one day.

Art from 2011 by WTreffry and Pair.

Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Sunday, July 12, 2026

Saturday, July 4, 2026

Friday, June 26, 2026

Ritual


 

Thursday, June 25, 2026

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

Blue Rows



I'm getting back into animation.

 

Hibernian House


 

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

Michael Christopher Johnson


















Rest in Peace, MJ. You were a great Godfather, mentor and support. Say Hi to Sam for me :)