I know they always say that one is buried deep with their memories. I never saw it that way. Memories are like the rain. They can either refresh you as you take a drink or cool off, entertain or remind you of better days as you take off your clothes and go dancing... or you can stand and wallow in them until they grow too deep and you drown...

Anyways, asute watchers of mine may know this guy. Hes my brown eagle gryphon Bob. Now Bob here has led a harsh life, and I love him dearly. He was the one who perhaps led me to understand how art tells a story, and that there are such things as muses and lives beyond our own plane.

He stands drowning in his memories, unable to cry. He stands with a human mind, but unable to speak human words or show human expressions. Everyone he has loved has died for him... because as they tell him he is meant for bigger things. He stands remembering his beloved wife Sera, and wished he could reach a claw out to her wherever she is. But he is too deep in those memories...

I REALLY like how this came out to say the least, and thought of even making it a print but decided not to. But yeah, to me, its a beautiful thing and hope you se it well too.