Cú Chulainn

Haiku

Flying bird falling
A waterfall descends on
Where we call our home

A handful of earth

The sun shines on the blessed,
So why do we stand here and seem so depressed,
Who through our vain glory like peacocks are dressed,
While only a story are we said to have left,
Of the fountain of youth that we feel bereft,
As we fall at the mercy of times own caress,
Till all we once knew and all we once had,
Are lost in the fathoms of a mind in duress,
The treasures of life that are soon to be had,
By the ones who replace us and ones who are sad,
At our passing we leave with a handful of earth,
And contented by this we are meant to be glad,
Buried in graves and left to the mad.

Diva

New Drawing

Congratulations to me ~

I have just completed the first draft of my book oh yes... it's taken roughly four years to complete and I'm now looking at a true monster of a word document calling out to me to edit it. 3 times you say? I think I'll see you in another 4 years...

Fraser

Stormy seas

 

Another sketch I drew, this time based on a Frank Frazetta Oil painting called "Carson of Venus" I changed the man and creature but otherwise I tried to copy his painting as best I could.

Another Sketch

 

In the long process of learning to draw, I'm learning a few things by imitating the masters. This was inspired by a pretty awesome oil painting Gerald Brom painted. Gave me some nice ideas for getting the folds in materials which you can see.

Another Drawing - Based on Salvador Dali's 'Pharos'

Pharos Lighthouse

200+ views!

Thanks to everyone for visiting my Blog over the last few days since it started. It's only been a week but already has been read by so many (or at least looked at :P) Well regardless, thank you again for stopping by.

In acknowledgement of this I'm posting another story on the website entitled 'Catch Frase'. It's about a man who wins the lottery and plays the biggest game of hide and seek the world has ever seen.

Take a look and enjoy...if you keep coming back, I'll keep writing ; )

Fraser

Another character drawing

Full scale war on the Horizon

My book is now on chapter 34 -- a chapter which turned out to be an absolute pleasure to write. I love it when you go into writing a chapter where you have a very little plan and something amazing comes to mind as you're writing.

As the following chapters come I might be lost in writing my book so the blog might slow down a tad. Hopefully not too much as it is a much needed valve for letting off steam. The culmination of my story will end with a bang so some very action packed parts are on the way. My favourite.

Just had a nice run around the house -- "Gas", I thought as the steady stream of hissing came from along the stairway. Running up and down the steps honing in on the noise, I couldn't quite place it. Not the gas. Check the taps. Much less interesting I know, but a rather unwelcome distraction. Creeping, like a solitary panther, well, more like a solitary badger...something rather slower and clumsier, I found the source.

Another bulb on the fritz...simple, but now, my rooms light, the only light in the house is drawing all manner of undesirables. That's not the sound of clapping you hear. That's a mosquito dying.

My Silhouette

Who are you, the man I was,

The man who used to be,

A dance in shadow, lost in cause,

Under a fading memory

Who are you, the man who's here,

Who found a way to travel down,

A blurry face and figure there,

Changing days each passing round

Who are you, the man that will,

Take over from a hollow tip,

Take over in a silhouette,

A figure in the way until

Until I know not what or when,

A figure that the wind inhales,

Take deep inside all things and then,

Will know my story's all detail