You wouldnt like him when he is angry! Pagoda is such a mysterious character. I have always wondered what his background story is.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
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Thursday, July 29, 2010
484 Fish-a-pod
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
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478 Flamingos and a Platipus
Thursday, July 22, 2010
477 Painting My Transformer Box
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uB3yxtst7p0
Midas painted everything gold.
Midas painted everything gold and sold it for millions.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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472 Yam Spirit
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Wednesday, July 7, 2010
462 Racoon Ressurection
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
460 Solitude
This drawing is inspired "December Night" by Alfred de Musset. If you will then I shall share with you the last excerptfrom this poem.
The Vision speaking to the Poet:
Neither a god nor fiend am I,
Neither thy guardian nor ally,
Not yet mankind's destructive star.
Those whom I love, I dont know
Wither their busy footsteps go
Over this mire on which we are.
Yet thou and I have but one father,
And when thou hailest me a brother,
It is a name to which I own.
Whither thou roamest, I shall roam
Until thy final day shall come,
And I shall sit upon thy stone.
Heav'n made me keeper of thy heart,
And when thy sorrows most do smart,
Come unto me without distress,
And I shall follow thy command;
And yet I cannot touch thy hand,
My friend; for I am solitude.
The Vision speaking to the Poet:
Neither a god nor fiend am I,
Neither thy guardian nor ally,
Not yet mankind's destructive star.
Those whom I love, I dont know
Wither their busy footsteps go
Over this mire on which we are.
Yet thou and I have but one father,
And when thou hailest me a brother,
It is a name to which I own.
Whither thou roamest, I shall roam
Until thy final day shall come,
And I shall sit upon thy stone.
Heav'n made me keeper of thy heart,
And when thy sorrows most do smart,
Come unto me without distress,
And I shall follow thy command;
And yet I cannot touch thy hand,
My friend; for I am solitude.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
459 Nuclear Fireworks
In 1958, shortly after the discovery of the Van Allen belt scientists exploded a nuclear bomb in the belt to test the effects of a nuclear explosion in space. It was the largest man made light show. It must have been quite a sight. I imagine it to be what we would see right before the world comes to an end.
458 Boy Raised by Wolves
You know the story of teh boy and the pack of wolves. The boy was orphaned and found by a pack of wolves that took care of him. The boy grew to become a wolf in spirit. He behaved like the wolves and was a part of their community. Humans only saw the beast inside him. The wolves accepted him as part of of their society. He had become a wolf.
Friday, July 2, 2010
457 Earthquake
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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