I finally wrote a poem to go with this pic, as suggested by my friends here . Silent I have been taken down like an ornament ...

 Inspired by Mary's post for this weeks topic over at IF.

Coins dropped into a hand of rotting flesh Character spent An old hag strikes a deal with a luminescent daughter Pale and delicate retainin...

My scanner isn't working properly :[. I was trying to write in my journal, but was uninspired, so I drew all over an old entry instead.

handless people mesh with wicked minded hands entangle with wicked thoughts actuating the hands ineffectual dexterity plucking anemone tenta...

The Caretaker What use are you to us When you make yourself sick Wallowing in self pity Won’t listen to our advice? Because we’ve spent our ...

Serenity Poured through a sieve Every hole similar Nothing changes In this room No windows No doors Yet, luminescence varies in the passing ...

I was going to try to participate in Illustration Friday last week, but posted this too late. Maybe this week.

For Illustration Friday's Voices on 12-19-08 They all know Everybody knows That I'm not quite right Their timid small talk dissipat...

depression - anger turned inward anger - fear fear - of failure fear - becomes failure failure - anger forgiveness - facing the fear for mor...

Fat with life and joy, They gracefully dance their way Through the emotional waves Of a sacred sea. Reaching the heights and depths Of spiri...

The snow drifts of desire are embellished with footsteps of fire. Fire and ice provoked a placid sky to crumble, and through shards of belie...

"If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice." -Rush This is about being stuck in an uncomfortable comfort zone. In...

Today is the one year anniversary of my blog. It also happens to be the one year anniversary of my very first post with Illustration Friday....

PMS. Extreme mood swings. I missed out on Blog Action Day for the Environment. If it weren't for the extreme mood swings I've been g...

When I was 9 or 10 years old, I took sculpting lessons from an artist by the name of Tracy Guthrie. A year or two later I remember my mom po...