Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Tribute.

Oh child with the pleading eyes,
How could they not hear your cries?
What crime had you there placed,
To be defiled, to be debased?
How could they not truly see,
What shrouded your humanity?
How could they inflict such pain,
Locked behind some wire and chain?
To starve, to torture and abuse,
The basic human rights refuse?
Oh, young child with the pleading eyes,
How can we now hear your cries?
Long now has your voice been still,
Buried beneath a man made hill,
Yet that face here all can see,
In this painful legacy,
A mirror to the world of men,
No more now, and not again.

Dinos, the good, the bad and the, dear lord did I paint that thing!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Another familiar face

The second in a series of cardboard paintings made to resemble classical works of art.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

A quick sketch.

Baby Barnes and Baby Red skull.


A drawing of a little guy that I saw at the mall.