Sleeping David

I was going through my old college sketch books and came across this sketch of my old dorm roomie asleep. This sketch is about twenty five years old.



If you’re in your car and you have nowhere to be, if you don’t know where you are, do you consider yourself to be lost?



I have a folder of sketches that I’ve started and put down for one reason or another. This is one of those sketches. I needed a sketch to dump some color on. I finally had a chance to go through all my markers and wanted to try some out. I LOVE this red. It’s probably my favorite shade of my favorite color.

Victory at All Cost

I am really feeling the war theme lately. I am not glorifying war, just conveying my feeling towards the act.

I am an optimist by nature, but I am also a realist. War is not going away.


In its simplest form, it is competition for a prize. That prize may be freedom from oppression, it may be capitol gains, or it may be to maintain status quo.

At it’s most complex, the cost of this competition is human suffering and death. It devastates the people it is meant to save. But yet, generation after generation feels compelled to engage in it on a national scale.

It’s sad but true.


Enemy Sniper

I used to play backyard war with some friends when I was a kid. Back then, we used single pump Daisy Red Rider BB guns and ski goggles for protection. The boundaries were usually one field or plot of woods that would be the battlefield and a back yard that was the neutral zone. Normally, you would think you’d be on the same level of skill as the other guys, right?

Not so much.

Just like anything else, there are those kids who did well and then there are those who excelled.

…and then, of course, their is those who suck.

When I studied the Vietnam conflict, I would think back on those games we played and wondered how accurate the statistics are. How many of those that fought the enemy, sucked at fighting and died as a direct result?

How many were really good and lived?

How many beat the odds?