Owl

This is a painting/collage that I did for my father Christmas '09.

New Concept Design

This is a very rough, first sketch done free-hand (without references, which I plan on using for accuracy of the body, feathers, etc.) for a new concept that will involve the image of the siren.

Who Is The One, Watching The One, Watching Me?

This was done as a CD cover upon request of a past acquaintence but was never used.

Fairytale

Homeless, the talking skull and the cold maiden went walking. The night sung a thousand songs of wishing, luring them into deep leaves of fatal becoming. And upon meeting the odd figure, it so happened that she became a skeleton and he began to grow an icy flesh. Abruptly stopping, they stared desperately into each other's eyes, and upon parting their lips to speak, escaping silently were a thousand wishes of song.

Enlightenment: Fin!

Enlightenment: Progressing Still

We decided to paint it, after all.

Apart

These words cannot be said
A confession requires shame
The admittance of a beauty
I know that I am lacking

There is a perseverance
Rife in this plague of thought
It is Solitude
Breathing laboriously through
The nightmare hours
In an age when cities of sleep
Have been seized by
Cracked bottle memories
That suck up
The eyes’ sky

And the waifs of Nevertime
That toil begrudgingly in the heart
Of this metropolis
Trying restlessly to keep it beating
Once young and able
Now decrepit
Fall short as they chase
After fleeting moments
Of forgiving

And when our bodies stand
On this last part of the world
Too small for two I’ll be the one
To dive into the sweeping sea of
Forgetting
Swimming through space like
A lost fish unknown to such
Quiet depths
I will make my home in
Departure

Remembering only
That I have left all comfort
For the bitterness
of this insatiable lusting after
The hunger for
Such beauty