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.
I didn’t plan this shot. I don't even remember what I wanted to photograph. But looking at it now, it feels like the opening scene of a mystery, one with many angles, and so few clues.
December 5, 2025 at 4:05 AM
I didn’t plan this shot. I don't even remember what I wanted to photograph. But looking at it now, it feels like the opening scene of a mystery, one with many angles, and so few clues.
A shape that almost became human.
December 3, 2025 at 12:04 PM
A shape that almost became human.
Nadgh discovered the real masterpiece today. Hint: it's not the one in the frame.
December 2, 2025 at 11:55 AM
Nadgh discovered the real masterpiece today. Hint: it's not the one in the frame.
Tel Aviv is full of small, unplanned compositions. Like this pigeon and her alter ego.
December 2, 2025 at 4:13 AM
Tel Aviv is full of small, unplanned compositions. Like this pigeon and her alter ego.
When neither of us is saying anything, yet everything is being said in a thousand unspoken words.
December 1, 2025 at 12:28 PM
When neither of us is saying anything, yet everything is being said in a thousand unspoken words.
Urban cat, power-down mode.
December 1, 2025 at 3:23 AM
Urban cat, power-down mode.
Iran keeps promising to ‘erase Tel Aviv and Haifa’… meanwhile, inside their missile hangar:
November 29, 2025 at 12:40 PM
Iran keeps promising to ‘erase Tel Aviv and Haifa’… meanwhile, inside their missile hangar:
Please ignore the plane pretending it’s in a movie scene.
November 29, 2025 at 3:26 AM
Please ignore the plane pretending it’s in a movie scene.
Turns out I’m not better than anyone else with a phone… And I have four illustrations to prove it.
New Nemo’s Log is up.
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
New Nemo’s Log is up.
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
November 28, 2025 at 1:38 AM
Turns out I’m not better than anyone else with a phone… And I have four illustrations to prove it.
New Nemo’s Log is up.
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
New Nemo’s Log is up.
open.substack.com/pub/drawnlif...
Just another Tuesday in Tel-Or.
November 27, 2025 at 12:39 PM
Just another Tuesday in Tel-Or.
I wanted to call this piece ‘Urban Still Life’- but this one guy ruined the whole thing.
November 27, 2025 at 4:41 AM
I wanted to call this piece ‘Urban Still Life’- but this one guy ruined the whole thing.
On tonight’s episode:
A tired human, and Nadgh with his very long list.
A tired human, and Nadgh with his very long list.
November 26, 2025 at 1:02 PM
On tonight’s episode:
A tired human, and Nadgh with his very long list.
A tired human, and Nadgh with his very long list.
Another sketch from the chaos-of-seasons series.
This time it’s about a girl who feels like the weather in Tel Aviv, and like the weather, she can’t decide who she’s supposed to be.
So she dressed for all four seasons at once. Prepared? Absolutely. Coordinated? Not even close.
This time it’s about a girl who feels like the weather in Tel Aviv, and like the weather, she can’t decide who she’s supposed to be.
So she dressed for all four seasons at once. Prepared? Absolutely. Coordinated? Not even close.
November 25, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Another sketch from the chaos-of-seasons series.
This time it’s about a girl who feels like the weather in Tel Aviv, and like the weather, she can’t decide who she’s supposed to be.
So she dressed for all four seasons at once. Prepared? Absolutely. Coordinated? Not even close.
This time it’s about a girl who feels like the weather in Tel Aviv, and like the weather, she can’t decide who she’s supposed to be.
So she dressed for all four seasons at once. Prepared? Absolutely. Coordinated? Not even close.
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.