No Man Is An Island

A sonnet by John Donne.
 No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent,    a part of the main;  if a clod be washed away by the Sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manor of thy friends or of thine own were;  any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for    whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.,  said.(John Donne, 1624),  said.


Newer entries in Art

Some more recent art
Some more art. These were originally sketches in a sketchbook, which I traced, inked and colored into these finished pieces.

A tylically Dutch windmill:

Some recent art
Some finished drawings based off warm-up sketches. I just love Mike Mignola's art and keep being inspired by it.

Older entries in Art

A sonnet by Percy Bysshe Shelley

WHOSO List To Hunt
A sonnet by Thomas Wyatt

Some Pen And Ink drawings
Some figurative work done in pen and ink.