Wolfjacobs

In July I commented on a digital painting by Ritam, which I will link below. In the comment I said that the expressions told a story. I just read the reply tonight and thought to go a head and write a short story. Instead I found myself in the realm of a poem. I tried to keep to an ABA rhyme scheme but I don't know if it works in terms of flow. In any case. Here's what I wrote tonight, from my mind to yours. Woods by Ritam Poem by Wolfjacobs Silently crept through forest dark, The hunter, ranger, clad in green, Strong of arm, keen of eye, skin of thickest bark. He sought a deer, a handsome buck, to feed his hungry kin, Its meat to ea

I am the stone, not the river. Hard and unyeilding, yet the smallest silting sand rubs away, by days and hours, the roughest of my jagged edges. The snows melt, the mountains bloom in shades of green and white and I remain, from trickle to flood and back again. I remain the stone in the river and I will not be swept aside. The swirling currents, the rapids and eddy, used to terrify the trembling core. Though they flow around and form behind, even the river doesn't foresee what the next season will bring. Fear fails where knowledge prevails. Knowing that there is no guiding hand, only the waters, only the flow of the river, finds me

I finally caved in and bought a tablet! I bought the Intuos 4 as my early birthday present to myself. I downloaded all the files and am cluelessly bumbling through exploring the programs. I just did a few sketch pages sampling the various tools in corel painter sketchpad. I'm putting the only actual image in the scraps. DO NOT VIEW if you object to male genitalia and/or disproportionate sketch doodles.