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Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Back Again

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Not by popular demand ... but I'm back.  Got a new art program called Painter 2019 ... so I'm ahead of my time ... for a litt...
Tuesday, December 13, 2016

BACK STAGE BOOP

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So after a bit of consideration, revaluation, and a healthy dose of courage ... here is my latest shadow box . Of course it did not h...
Thursday, September 1, 2016

THE GIFT FOR ALLISON'S BIRTHDAY

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Last Saturday was Allison's birthday. She is a good friend of my wife and her former long time roommate.She very deer to both of us. Y...
Wednesday, June 15, 2016

JUST A LITTLE FUN!!!

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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

LOOK UP IN THE SKY! IT'S A BIRD ... IT'S A PLANE ... IT"S KING ARTHUR???

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Alright ... I finally broke down and saw "Batman V Superman." I have to admit I had my doubts. So much so ... that I didn't dr...
Friday, February 26, 2016

STILL TROLLIN'

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These are two more trolls done completely on the computer. They are just sketches with a little color thrown in. I like how it came together...
Friday, January 15, 2016

Backstories ...

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I love them.  One of the things I love about DVDs over streaming is the extra features. If there is a commentary, I am going to watch it. ...
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Well met, fellow traveller. May I offer the sharing of water? Take a long drink from my wineskin. What shall you call me? To give a name is to offer definition — and worse yet, power over such as I. Still, I have worn many names, some given, some taken. For now, you may call me Mhor Gunn, the Great Fire. It is my current nom de voyage. I am a storyteller wandering without map or compass, seeking tales old and new — some remembered clearly, others half‑forgotten. Are they true or false? That is for you to decide. We all carry truths. But what is truth? An unchanging law? The loudest voice? The one who refuses to stop speaking? I walk in the space between myth and memory, drawing images and runes in the sand. There was a time when the best place by the fire was saved for the storyteller. Come. Sit. Listen to my tales.
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