Mona -- What?

Mona Lisa... You know like the picture...

The Wizardress

I quick little drawing I found in a sketch book. I don't know exactly when it was done. The drawing is a bit provacative, so most likely when I was a teenager... Anyway, I thought it looked nice...

A Cross on the Bay

A cross that bears a mighty sail
beyond the shade of the Bodhi tree
pulls the boat so light and frail
towards the shores of destiny

A sea of reeds and blocks of stone
endanger the integrity of the hull
and inhibit a swift and safe trip home
emphasizing the power of fate's control.

So common the catches of the fisher's bay
when lambent rays touch mountain peaks
but as the waves reflect the sun of midday
both the fish and line turn oblique.

Hang High and Snooze

To sleep 18 hours a day and only awaken to chew on some eucalyptus leaves... ahhh, now that's the life...

Yes, another eyeless animal. I didn't put much effort into the tree or background, but that is only to draw attention to the koala bear... well, it's actually a marsupial, and is a closer relative to the possum or wombat than to the bear. Bears don't have pouches, koala's do.

They don't only eat and get high on eucalyptus, they also eat mistletoe, which is as poisonous as eucalyptus. The koala has an excellent tolerance for their drugged out diet. For being stoned out of their pouch all the time, its no wonder that they only have sex once a year.

Their eccentric lifestyles are probably the result of a traumatic childhood. After only 35 days of gestation, the baby koala (a "joey") is born hairless and blind and, without the help of any parent, climbs into it's mother's pouch aided only by their sense of smell.

What the hell does a pouch smell like anyway? I bet it smells like chili... Yeah, chili cheeze burritos... Mmmmm, I think I'm getting the munchies...

Morning in the Dorm

This is an ink and graphite drawing of my dorm room back at ISU. It was the view I awoke to every moring and watched as I read my morning paper and drank coffee. This drawing is quite minimalist in style, yet captures the feeling quite well. It has an oriental equilibrium. Rather relaxing...

Catching Your Tail

Another eyeless drawing...
What happens when you get a hold of yourself?
Do you spin in circles or stand still?
Hold on too hard
and you yelp and loose hold.
Hold too loose
and you let yourself slip away.
Hold too long
and you stiffen into a fossil.
Hold to short
and you forget what you held.
Best to let go deliberately
and catch it again.

Mist covered mountain

Static to the ear and eye
mist becomes a bead
sliding from the brow.

[This was done in ink. The water and fog is a wash and the rest were felt pen.]

My Girl

Here's my girl when she was 16. She was cynical and sarcastic, a budding artist with an innate contempt for all those that imposed boundaries. Her dedication was to the creative. Her passion was the original. 

Climbing the Strings

Does anyone have any scissors? 

Typhon - The Man-Serpent

Here is my depiction of Typhon, the half-man, half-snake son of Gaia and Tartarus. This beast was feared by every god but Zeus. Gaia summonded him to avenge the deaths of the Titans by punishing the Olympians. He was a powerful warrior and even managed to dismember the hands and feet of Zeus. Hermes and Pan retrieved Zeus' severed limbs and mended his wounds. Meanwhile Typhon had grown comfortable and confident and his days as champion amongst the gods were numbered. The Fates, commanded by Zeus, had overfed the man-serpent and made him lethargic from gluttony. Zeus siezed the opportunity to crush the beast under Mount Etna.