
Nov 11, 2011
Green ball of flaming awesome

Nov 7, 2011
Dusk

Want to see the progression? Dusk Painting Process
Jun 21, 2011
Hannya Mask
Its been quite a while since I've posted. Anti-depressants finally bring new art! Truthfully I've been very occupied with non-art projects. This is a 3d sketch I worked on and haven't finished yet, but wanted to post as a sketch.
The Hannya mask is used in many noh and kyogen Japanese plays. It portrays the souls of women who have become demons due to obsession or jealousy.
The mask is said to be dangerous and demonic, but also sorrowful and tormented, displaying the complexity of human emotions. When the actor looks straight ahead, the mask appears frightening and angry; when tilted slightly down, the face of the demon appears to be sorrowful, as though crying.
Mar 23, 2010
Love Story
My grandmother, my closest family and a surrogate mother to me in many ways, has died. I am lost. And so is the light. I cannot bring myself create anything, listen to music, or feel 90% of the time. So until I do, I added a random photo for the poem in the previous post.
Help. Me. I think my heart has died.
I've always had a song for many of the major people that influenced my life in some way. I've begun compiling a list of them these days because of how consistent this habit of mine seems to be. There was a music box in my room growing up that seems fitting for this occasion, it has been a personal song that reminded me of my grandmother since I was little. It doesn't really fit the poem, but I had to post it.
Andy Williams - Where Do I Begin [ Love Story ] (music box version)
Mar 12, 2010
Keeper of the Black Bridge

My Everwatchful Owl.
Her perch is abandoned, leaving only a
bleak and hollow feather
in her stead.
That feather
is an iron weight in my heart.
The air is brittle,
with a chill that
shatters this straining breath
as I seek my haven.
My elder.
My Owl.
Only the massive void calls back to me now.
Ahead, a path's gaping edge of fog and dread.
A bridge suffocating in gloom.
The waters beneath.. black noir.
A decaying journey snuffed of it's guide.
Miserable, cold
liquid churning
through the rotted, cackling planks.
Rushing. Reaching. Angry.
My Mother owl.
Keeper of all which is lost.
Lover of all things abandoned.
I have not the strength to repair this bridge.
I have not the heart to cross it alone.
Oh you wicked, insipid branch.
Where is the moonlit creature you once held?
Your thin shadow stains my skin like a poison.
Therefore I say to this
May the hungry blight of this passway
never be blotted out.
May the world come fully undone.
My hope now lies
not in the death of these devils but
in their aid.
I must seize and cling
to this swarming chaos
and let terror consume
me, as fire.
Letha Mae Lehman
July 14, 1930 - February 20, 2010
Feb 3, 2010
The devil's in the details
I actually am capable of rendering detail for those of you who've been really wondering! As proof that I'm completing something here's a progress shot of the Philosopher. Yes, I've changed the colors completely. I always try to push myself and it often slows things down significantly. Even in picking colors. I decided to quit trying so hard and do something that was easier in terms of color choice. And cloth! I love cloth.
Jan 15, 2010
Devil's Philosopher lineart
I'm trying a new line art method. The result has been much cleaner finished linework, but it takes longer because I've never done it before. So far I like the result though! This is my finished lineart for this character, and although the colors are probably going to go through many more variations before I make a decision... I'm happy with where it's at so far.
Jan 7, 2010
I'm keeping busy

A couple of new updates. The tree has been textured, finished, and made available for printing! There are magnets, mousepads, and high quality prints in several sizes here on my deviant art profile.
Also I did a color study from a drawing by Alvin Lee called Emma Frost and The Phoenix. I've always loved Jean Grey, and the Xmen. And I know you all like the hot comic book ladies.
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