








I finally dug out these oversized sketches from under my bed. Hoping at some point I'll get another opportunity to take this class again...





















Then she whispered birds are singing
Songs of melody
And I see the roses blooming
While the angels beckon me
Then mother whispered
In the land so bright and fair
When the roses are blooming
There will be no parting there







I think this is the final version of Baby Cat for Mom. I'm going to use some watercolors and inks on the final water color before it gets framed, but I'm pleased with it.



Someone asked me to draw an old-skool art neauveau (sp) type lady carrying fruit for some comic splurp I was working on. I can't remember why, but here she is anyway. Think I'll go back in and color this later.