The piece titled: The Embalmer’s Gift is a 14″ x 17″ sketch done in 6B soft graphite.
A man has suffered greatly at the loss of his wife. His evil plot, masked in the subtleties of of an old man’s humility, now moves to extinguish the last bastion of light in a world grown full of peril.
The hope of Darkshire twinkling in the gathering dark, for it is but a candle in the wind on a pale spring night.
Over And Under is a 14″ x 17″ sketch in 2B soft graphite. The subject here is from a 10th century European folk tale, which marks this piece as the first of several in a series that I will gradually bring to life over time. Can you guess what tale it is?
The piece titled; The Bounty Hunter is a 24″ x 18″ sketch entirely in soft 6B graphite. A fan fare work of art, this piece was gifted and not sold.
The subject is a bounty hunter in the Star Wars universe named Boba Fett, who appeared in episodes II, V, and VI.
I do not own the rights to Star Wars, characterizations of Boba Fett, or any material related to the subject other than the natural copyright of the signed art within the guideline of US Copyright ownership of visual arts material by signature.
Commissioned for a coworker, Cassius is an 11×14 piece using an array of graphites ranging from 2B-8B.
The subject here is Cash, belonging to my coworker Cassie West. Ironically she gifted this piece to fellow artist Larry Mobley, who could not be commissioned to draw this piece himself as it would spoil the surprise of the Christmas present.
If you haven’t had the chance to check out some of Larry’s work, be sure to do so he has quite a few pieces uploaded on his Facebook. You can find him throughout many of the comments on my Facebook page as well.
The breeze feels cool in the night air from the storm that had just passed. The wood alive with the rustling of leaves against the midnight sky, and the glistening of rain soaked grass dancing in the moonlight. The soft mud pushes to the side of Jill’s feet with each step, making wet sounds beneath her feet, bringing her closer to that place.
Chains move in the dark of the forest.
The cabin stands still at one end. Alone in the darkness of the wood behind the mansion, it was almost as if this place had been forgotten. Forgotten for some time. Time lost as much as the memory of a woman.
A tiny bulb illuminates the front door, and reflects off the puddles below. Someone still comes to this place…