Sumo vs. Ninja

I had this colleague in college who could draw like nobody else. Some would argue, he was a genius with a pen. He retired for no apparent reason.

His name is John Paul Lona.

Yep, John, I just totally called you out.

So now what are you going to draw about it? Huh?

I dare you.

I double-dog dare you.


Mary’s Dragon

I stood paralyzed with fear in front of the scaly, hulking creature that stood before me. It opened its mouth and let out an almighty roar. I screamed in terror as blisteringly hot air danced across my skin, and I smelled the monster’s putrid breath. As the beast rose up on its back legs and flapped its massive leathery wings, I was able to take in all of the creature’s characteristics. It had rows and rows of jagged, gleaming teeth the size of butcher knives. Its nostrils were flaring as it took in great nosefulls of air, as if it was deciding if I was good enough to eat or not. As the beast started to crawl toward me, I cried out in horror at the foot-long talons that were twitching, as if the brute was dying to slash me to shreds. The creature’s huge, cat-like eyes with slit pupils stared down at me as if sizing me up to be a tasty snack, or a delicious meal. On its head was a long, sharp horn that could easily run a person through. Following the long horn was a row of smaller horns that formed a crest on top of the dragon’s head. In my haste to get away from the scaly nightmare, I stumbled and fell backwards. I gazed up in fear at it, and the hulking beast gave me a look of death. It flicked its spiny, poison-tipped barbed tail, and let out a hiss. One tiny swish of its tail, and I would be dead, forever gone from this world. I quickly scrambled behind a rock and curled up into a ball. I closed my eyes and prayed for it to all be over.

Mary Williams – Age 11

This is one of the winners of “Imagine That” at the Smyrna Library. She’s also a patron of mine. Thank you again, Mary.


The Factory

This sketch seemed to take forever to finish. I started it Friday of last week, so I’ve been working on it for three days. All in all – probably about four hours.

The good thing about spending so much time on a sketch is the story can go anywhere in your mind. It really starts to develop. I originally sketched some RoBots in the back of the truck, but thought it may be a bit too much. They’re still back there, just covered by the tarp.

I have been threatening to break out my oil paints lately, but I’m afraid I may not be able to create an oil painting every day. This scares me because I feel that the more I produce right now, the more I can share what’s from my imagination. I guess I could do both.

Part of this dilemma has to do with the simple fact that I am restless.

Where do I go with my art? I’m not really sure at this point.

Anyway, I am blessed to have such a thought to ponder and grateful for the means to make it happen and, as always. I give God all the credit.

In the Furnace

Apparently, I have changed my signature to BIO and forgot to remind myself.

Actually, I forgot to erase that and put my initials and the date. The original name of this was BIOHAZ, but then I put him in a furnace so the name no longer made much sense.



I have proven to myself time and time again that I can’t control myself around Starburst and/or Smarties.

Larry, Gus and I had dinner and a movie tonight. I had just enough to feel full. That is until Gus pulled out the Starburst Fruit Chews of Uncomfortableness. I ate one after the other.

Gah…I am paying for it now.