A sonnet by Percy Bysshe Shelley
 I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,  And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless  things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:  And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'  Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.' ,  said.(Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818),  said.


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

A sonnet by John Donne.

Older entries in Art

A sonnet by Thomas Wyatt

Some figurative work done in pen and ink.

Some drawings done in oils, pencil or charcoal.