For anybody who ever quandard about my occupation, I'm a cable systems and communications technician in the United States Air Force. Over the past 6 months I've been deployed to northern Iraq, AKA Satan's taint hole!

It was an experience and I was able to meet a lot of new people, as well as become associated with the backstabbing ways of the Hawaiian Guard. Yes, I will blatantly say they suck and I wish nothing good upon them. This socialistic micromanagement carcass of hell I lived in allowed me to focus my talents to other areas mainly my art. I hadn't been able to draw much in the past, mainly because I lost my muse and talent seemed to allude me somehow. It was in desolation I was able to discover a little spark of improvement.

I wasn't able to do gobs of masterpieces, but I was able to get a feel for a coloring style I might call my own. Well a coloring style I can be satisfied with. I felt this would be journal worthy of noting.

For anybody who reads this I applaud you for staying loyal as a friend, or as a fan base and small as it may be. I've never done art for anybody but myself, so most anybody I'm acquainted with on this site I consider a friend. Thanks for your continued support.

Currently as we speak I'm suck in wonderful Qatar awaiting a chariot to carry me home. Sounds like a slave song huh? Hold over after hold over I will eventually be back home and in the loving arms of my wife once more.

Thanks for visiting my page and have an awesome... whatever you spend your time with.