InterStellarVisions

The artwork you are about to view on the following pages, has already been published in my book "Sipping Nectar With The Gods." So please don't try to copy it, and sell it anywhere.

Thanks.

This is the original drawing I did in High School, of a still life setting.

Vulcan was lame in both his legs, therefore, he wasn't any good when it came to the Olympics, but he sure could handle a hammer. He was responsible for creating many of the gods' weapons, and other useful things which they needed.

This is the inner spirit of fury, which dwells within the breast of man.

A goddess descends on moonbeams, with the stars, her bright attendants following behind her. Wherever she goes, the flowers spring up beneath her feet. A magical rose with leaflets like wings, bursts forth from the earth at her coming. It sings to her

In Greek mythology, Pandora opened a box, given to her by the gods, and all the woes of mankind escaped into the world, all except for hope, hope remained.  This is a little play upon that story. Instead of Pandora releasing the woes, such as old age, sickness, mistrust, anger, and all the rest, I just have her releasing a bunch of different alien beings. 

This was done while in college. We each had to draw our own hand.

A warrior having just slew his enemies, now laughs in murderous triumph as the spirit of death rises up from him.

This is an abstract version of Jesus. The dove represents the Holy Spirit.

This is one of the highest ranking angels in Heaven, who stands before the Throne of God. As such, his appearance is fantastically different from that of his fellows. His body has the look of metal. Having endured the Glory Of God for so long, his body has developed over time into a hard, and firey outer shell, which glistens with innumerable colors. A trail of cosmic lightning surrounds him at all times.

The spirit of Merlin, rising up in his former chambers, casting spells .

Thor, the Norse god of thunder, being drawn thru the heavens in his chariot. Behold him wielding his magic hammer, with which he has smashed the skull of many a frost giant.

A poet comes to a crossroads in his life. Should he cross the river, and join those who wait on the other side?

Once he does, there is no turning back.

An old woman, reflecting on her past, while standing by the sea. Notice the wistful look on her face.

This looks like Rambo, but it's not.  I did this long ago, before Rambo ever came out.  It's actually a Green Baret, who happens to look like Rambo.

The dripping knife over his head, suggests the bloody life, he has chosen to lead.