Adventures in Carnelian Jewelry

Faint whispers of Winter in the November night air. Is the planet crying out to us? Tsunami, earthquakes, flooding, hurricanes, red tide? Bird flu mad cow? Is the reckless abandon in which violence is weilded globally the result of grazing upon our poisoned soils? Cat food. Cats I'd say have a much deeper appreciation for epicurean finery, more so than any other domestic animal. Maybe, save man.
The work above is entitled "Soulfish", a watercolor from '03. It seemed a fitting piece, for this piece.
Lyrical Overheardature:
More housing developments go up,
Named after the things they replace,
So welcome to Minnow Brook,
And welcome to Shady Place.

Novacaine Stain: Modest Mouse