For such fine work, the artist who goes by the nickname Fourth Letter (that’s D, if you didn’t get it right away, which I’m deducing is one of the initials of his or her name) seems to be somewhat endearingly modest. For one, there’s a lack of a bio on this artist’s new site, a big sign that his/her ego hasn’t yet inflated like a stomach after a turkey dinner. Then there’s the candid introduction letter, in which the artist shares the fact that the site almost didn’t come to fruition because of a case of fickleness. I’m glad he/she got it together to show us some art, though, like preciously detailed drawings of a close-up of a tongue done with such head-aching detail that you could almost feel its every leathery, slippery protuberances sliding up your face, or computer illustration of a heart, ventricles and all, that’s been stabbed with a Sharpie pen. The Fourth Letter, apparently, stands for Divine.