“Her ribs still felt bruised and her knuckles raw. It had been five days since the last fight, just five days but she already felt the itch for another. Usually, she would go longer between fights to recover, but not this time. She was frustrated and she knew only one way to calm her emotions.
A little story and art teaser for my upcoming book Montague Mouse: “You have me and I have you, so we will never be alone. Not truly anyhow. No matter where we go and what will befall us, we will always be friends.” The frog brightened in a smile as Montague spoke, he pulled the little mouse in for a great big hug (...)
"It was an old world that slept in the deep, it had been there for as long as she could remember. The ornamentation of barnacles and seaweed gave it an almost [...]
Like many other children of the 80s and 90s, I have enjoyed playing Dungeons & Dragons (D&D) since my teenage years. My first experience with it was Baldur’s Gate II and I was immediately hooked. D&D opened this fantastical world to me and was one of the reasons I became obsessed with creating art
The #ArtvsArtist Meme has been circling on Social Media again, I received some questions on how to make one so here's a tutorial for you!
A little boy, who wouldn’t grow up, once said: “To die would be an awfully big adventure.” And that is how this story began; everything died.
I’ve recently started collecting art & I thought I’d share with you some of the challenges I’ve run into in hopes that my experiences will help those of you who sell your personal art. You’ll notice that all of these issues are PRE-BUY. I was trying desperately to buy art for two weeks and kept running into the same issues.
“There are witches?” Montague asked as he gave Svea an incredulous look. “Of course there are witches! All the best woods always have witches!” “But don’t witches wish you ill?” “Yes, that’s why they are witches.”
"Carry on! We aren't fully lost yet!" It sounded from underneath the cat skull. Arthur responded with a ribbiting chuckle which momentarily agitated Montague. He suspected the frog didn't comprehend how serious the situation was, but what did it matter?
“In that moment on that day, the sun washed away the darkness from their mind and spirit. In that moment on that day, all that existed was the gentle wind of spring which caressed their faces as they tumbled through the fields of heather, euphoric with the scent of the fair flowers. In that moment on that day, everything was as it should be.” – Montague Mouse.