Inspired by thug's Painted Bunting and the Indigo Lori never posted. (This is the third time I have started this, I've lost two!)

Advanced ? maybe... you be the judge:)
Had to submit my back up image.

appears to be calm

Choose your own path, which one will you take?

I hate dile up XP

EDIT: I’m finished I promise no more JG pics for a while *crosses heart* ...anyhow it was fun to draw ^^.

The second day we were there the tide washed in huge blankets of brownish seaweed and pieces of driftwood that covered the shore. I fished most of the time and caught sharks and blue crabs... while fishing one day I had to ditch my pole and save a 5 yr old girl from drowning...her mother wasn't even down on the beach and no one was watching her. whew. Thought I would have 2 draw withdrawal while I was gone, but I had so much fun I didn't miss this at all. Going back in August. :)

This is Dad takin me on a bike ride when I was about one year old. I wish all the memories were like this. Probably half of the 20 hours it says it took to do this was actually spent doing other things away from the computer while takin a break from it, or just being distracted in general.

Joan Jett for my very good friend Mandy.

You best do what she says.

My second attempt at realism, many thanks to DBA for the reference.
This pretty lady is a Victoria's Secret model, but I couldn't find her name anywhere. You'll have to ask DBA when she gets back.

should have done this before, but just to make sure nobody thinks this is a terrorist or that i am a terrorist sympathizer...this should put the painting into perspective a little bit
this is a quote, an excerpt from an essay by insurgent subcomandante marcos of the Zapatistas released in 94

"The oldest of the old in the Indigenous communities say that there once was a man named Zapata who rose up with his people and sang out, "Land and Freedom!" These old campesinos say that Zapata didn't die, that he must return. These old campesinos also say that the wind and the rain and the sun tell the campesinos when to cultivate the land, when to plant and when to harvest. They say that hope is also planted and harvested. They also say that the wind and the rain and the sun are now saying something different: that with so much poverty, the time has come to harvest rebellion instead of death. That is what the old campesinos say. The powerful don't hear; they can't hear, they are deafened by the brutality that the Empire shouts in their ears. 'Zapata,' insists the wind, the wind from below, our wind."

the whole essay can be found at http://zapatistas.net/two-winds.html