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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. ...
Friday, January 8, 2016

WE COME IN PEACE ...

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For those of you who don't know me ... I have been interested in puppets almost as long as I have been in drawing. I took courses in pu...
Friday, January 1, 2016

HAPPY NEW YEAR ... WELCOME 2016

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"There's a new kid in town." Well ... Happy New Year, one and all. It is my extreme pleasure to report that I met l...
Thursday, December 31, 2015

I PROMISE ... THIS IS THE LAST TROLL POST ...

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This year ... I like the 4th and the 6th but fell the last two posts  the characters are more goblinoid th...
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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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