From My Sketchbook: The Cards

I've always imagined that the dragon in this picture is a fortune teller of some type (hence the crystal ball) and lets the cards that he's holding decide the fate of his victims. The girl here is Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. I made this collage by cutting out the two figures from advertisements, then drawing the rest with a pencil around them.
Here is the caption I wrote to go along with this:

"The cards, my dear, are telling me you must die."

From My Sketchbook: O Fire Flower (Inspiration from a Child)

This was an assignment to illustrate and be inspired by a child's writing. My little sister wrote the poem, and I used part of it; making the typography look like a kid wrote it.

"Oh fire flower, you're so beautiful.

You light up the sky."

From My Sketchbook: Frodo Baggins (The Lord of the Rings)

I had been watching the behind the scenes of the Lord of the Rings movies on my portal DVD player when a clip of the ending come on. I decided to pause the video and try to draw this portrait. This was one of the more challenging projects I've taken on so far; faces are always hard subjects, but I actually enjoy drawing them the most.

From My Sketchbook: Small Bird

This drawing that I did is from a lesson in Violet's Devotional Sketchbook. I ended up using it as the cover of a birthday card I made for my dad and now it's framed and hanging up next to another drawing I made for him for Father's day when I was really little (ironically, that one is of a bird as well!)

A Walk in the Mall

The choir, they sound like angels. Standing a story above them in the Mall of America I am halted in my steps as they start one of my favorite songs, the haunting "Once Upon a December" from Anastasia. And I stay, listen till the song is completely over, enchanted by the beautiful voices rising to the high ceiling of the mall. Never have I enjoyed a song more than this one, sung by high school girls in the middle of the busyness of Mall of America. I leave with a smile on my face, spirit lifted. Still I listen as I walk away and they start another song; hear it fade slowly with each step. A little ways on a beautiful water fountain catches my eye; the water is pure blue and running quietly, bubbling over the weathered looking basin. I pause again and watch it, listen to it and I remember the sound of the voices, of the choir singing heavenly, soul haunting lyrics. People walk past and I am oblivious to them in this moment of peace. But the moment quickly passes and I walk on; surrounded by a sea of faces. I look into them all; faces happy and smiling, faces tired and emotionless. My soul flies... God’s beauty can be found everywhere if one only looks. I walk through stores, browse the quiet Barnes and Noble when I need a rest, and smell delicious fragrances in a chocolate shop. Life is sweet, just like the sample of candy I nibble on.

Keep your eyes open and you’ll find the most enchanting things in the most unexpected places. This is what I have found to be true in the Mall of America.

From My Notebook: Grey Raindrops

This short piece I wrote is inspired by Enya's song; "Trains and Winter Rains"

It’s chilly, not the temperature; my heart. The train car bumps and jostles around, I can hear the wheels turning endlessly. The light has faded behind the black storm clouds and as I gaze out the window, millions of little raindrops splatter the pane, streaking past and blurring together into a cold grey. I can’t make out the buildings it’s so dark; so grey… everything is grey; even my mood. I think about the home I’m headed to, and I wonder if she’ll be there… probably not. There’s never a hot meal prepared and waiting for me when I arrive, just empty bedrooms. On nights when I come home to find that she’s left without explanation as to where, I look up at the endless stars and wonder… is this all there is? Silent rooms, take out cartons and empty eyes. The train slows to a stop… my stop. But I don’t get out. I sit… lost in thought; empty thoughts of grayness, and the train rumbles on. There’s no point in going home, it’s not even a home to go to anymore, not with a wife gone countless nights and when home, a cold glance greets me with no word. So I travel on… but where to? The grey skies whisper my name, and I think… what if this train took me all the way to the stars? To those friends that shone down upon me on those lonely nights… I might even feel happy again, to open my eyes and find myself surrounded by eternal beauty. The city rushes past, various shades of grey blurring into one; my life stares at me from the window. I travel on, where to? No one knows.

From My Notebook: Little Red Ball

The ball soars upward, a streak of red in the perfect blue sky. When will it come back down to my waiting hands? Was I really that strong to throw it so high? 

But then I realize; it’s not coming down.

I gaze up at it, a small red dot, growing ever smaller. I laugh and wave good bye to it. It is free, rising above the world of gravity; through chilly clouds, past soaring birds. Brave little ball, how scary it must be to be the first to show the world that laws are only words. 

Up and up it climbs, what a view it must see! For an instant I wish I could be up there with it, to be so free. But life still holds me bound to earth at the will of gravity. Still further up it goes, past comets and shooting stars. Will it return home? What a brave little ball, shining up in the galaxies, brighter and happier than any star around it. 

“Billy, are you going to toss me the ball?” I hear daddy’s voice. I flinch, back in the real world. 

Looking down I see that same little red ball in my hands. I laugh again and toss it to dad.

“Don’t worry, little ball, I know where you’ve been!” I whisper to it as it flies through the air, up and up, free! Then gravity pulls it back, the invisible leash drawing tight. 

It arches gracefully and lands in my dad’s hand.

The Car Drive Home

The road stretches on and on, into blankness and all I see are pairs of red brake light of the cars ahead; the white headlights of the cars rushing past and all of these floating lights being caught in the raindrops on the windshield, creating millions of tiny stars. The music on the stereo takes the main stage over conversation as I gaze out the black windows, absorbed in my own thoughts. I think about an upcoming writing competition I’m about to enter into. With all the competitions I’ve ever entered in my life (mostly coloring pages from the local newspaper when I was little) I have never won a single one, never even gotten feedback from them. All these memories of failed competitions make me wonder what’s the use of entering another one? There will always be someone better at what I do out there and the judges will always pick them. But then a quote comes to mind,

“Use talents you posses; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.”

 And then I realize the point of competitions is not so much to win, but to do your very best, to always be pushing yourself further and to fail gracefully. For it is how we deal with failure that says who we really are, not our number of accomplishments. So I resolve, right here, on this quite drive home; that I will never give up, even if my failures are 100 to 1. Because I know that every rejection of my work only makes me better, and I never know when this next entry will be the one that’ll win. My hopes rise high, and as we get closer to home, closer to the end of the car trip, I look up to the beautiful stars that sprinkle the night sky. They may be obscured by the lights of this world and the clouds and rain, but still they are there, hidden jewels, waiting for their time to shine.

Broken Trophies

Michael Phelps just got 4th in a swimming race at the London 2012 Olympics; plus his world record was broken by the winner, another American. It just goes to show how pointless trophies, awards, and accolades are. Sure they're nice, but records are always broken, there will always be someone better. Trophies gather dust, and heroes of the past are forgotten; left in the cobwebs of their achievements for the NEW strongest person, the NEW record breaker. It’s depressing if you think about it; popularity is so fickle. One day you're a super star, the next you're old news. This is why life shouldn't be lived for the temporary achievement; the goal in life isn't the next trophy. It’s about the journey; and ultimately, your eternal destination.

Aurora Theater Shooting

When an evil crime is committed, Innocent lives lost; what do you do? What do you think... what do you say? There’s nothing; nothing you can say or do that will make the pain go away. The illusion of safety has been rudely, but truthfully, torn to pieces. No one is truly safe. All it takes is one man, one firing gun... one bomb, to make people see how fragile life really is. Where is the good in all the darkness? Where is hope when evil swoops down with its ugly fangs bared? They are found in the officer who lays down his life to save others, in the prayer groups that gather to pray for the wounded, in the comfort from one friend to another. People come together when lives are torn apart, life will go on, even when it's hard to see it at first. The darkness may be present for this moment, but light shines brightest in the darkness, and the good news is; this darkness will end, the dawn is coming.

"In the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer." - Samwise Gamgee, The Two Towers

The Suffering Prince

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Happy Easter everyone!

From My Notebook: Japan

Crashing waves, rumbling rocks.

Splitting earth and sinking docks.

The end is near,

So how dare we sit here,

While the world falls apart,

And people die without a forgiven heart. 

In memory of the devastating earthquake and tsunami that happened in Japan one year ago today.

Squid, Anyone?

I attended a Hawaiian gathering, with good Hawaiian food and music. It was a fun new experience, especially one thing in particular. That was trying squid for the first time. I came to the meal telling myself I would at least try one new thing, even if it looked and smelled gross. So the time came to go through the buffet line and I stuck to the familiar stuff, potato salad, chips. I wasn't that hungry. I came to the end and decided to take the most disgusting looking food in the assortment. I had heard someone ahead of me say it was calamari, I thought it sounded and looked strange and different so I put a few pieces onto my plate before I could change my mind. Back at the table I took my time coming to it, not that I was afraid of trying it, but I wanted a good taste in my mouth first, so I nibbled on chips. I think everyone at my table was thinking I wouldn't try it, and my mom finally asked if I was going to. I said yes and without thinking took a piece and put it in my mouth. The first couple of bites I had to force myself to chew. Up down, up down. I tried to think of anything but the texture, I have always disliked stuff with a rubbery, squishy texture, and that squid was every texture that I can think of that I dislike. But the taste was actually quite good. I tried to tell myself it tasted a lot like cheese, one of my favorite flavors. I laughed to see the faces of everyone around me. I reassured everyone that it was good and that I kind of liked it, but I had to add that the aftertaste wasn't that pleasant, like a bunch of dead fish. I told myself that I'm going to finish all five or six pieces, and I did. But each piece was harder to swallow than the last. Not because of the taste, I'm not lying when I say I liked it, but the rubbery texture made me want to gag. Indeed, I thought I couldn't finish the last piece without throwing up. That experience reminded me of something Emile from Ratatouille said, "If you muscle your way past the gag reflex, all kinds of food possibilities open up!"

From My Notebook: Valentine's

This is a poem I wrote for my parents for Valentine's

For this Valentine's I have nothing grand,
 To tell you the truth, I have nothing planned.

 No chocolates or a graceful note,

 That my hands would have lovingly wrote.

 Instead, I have something simple and true,

 Just three little words, "I love you."

Happy Valentine's everyone!

The End of the Game

I look up from my book; a few seconds remaining on the clock. I keep my eyes on the clock, not the game. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1, finally it’s over! Everyone around me bemoans the loss of their team. I smile a small, mischievous grin, New York had won. I look back down and continue reading.

Walk Around the Capital

Today my family and I participated in a protest march around the Minnesota capital, something people do every year on the 22 of January, the anniversary of when our government made abortion legal in our country. It was a very interesting, fun experience. We walked around once or twice in the twenty degree weather then listened to some speakers talk briefly about the subject. Emily got too cold so Mom and I took her to find a warm store to look around in until the speakers were all done. On our way over to the capital we ate out at Burger King. They've changed their small cup design and I like it better, very creative. Another cup to add to my paper cup collection, which everyone always tells me is a weird collection to have. But it's free and fun, unlike some collections you could have.

From My Notebook: Healing Begins

To all those who mourn,

 To the broken of heart,

And to those who think all happiness from their life is torn,

Do not let hope part.

Those who weep will laugh again

This blanket of despair will fall away

 The demons you fear will be slain

And you will awaken to a new day.