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Sunday, June 23, 2013

Horse WIP

So I went through one of those dry periods, which I'm still chugging through.  Inspiration was low and what I did sketch I was very indecisive about.  Finally a little voice in my head said, "It's time for a horse."  And indeed, it had been a very long time.  So, I took ten minutes and sketched out this handsome steed, placed him on the wood and began burning.

Normally, I don't have the patience to burn large backgrounds and vast areas, but horses hold my attention.  The lighting on this one is particularly fun, and I had a blast with the mane and forelock.

I'm not finished yet, but here's a peek at my progress.

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I am really excited to make prints of this one.

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Monday, April 15, 2013

Kokopelli Fire-flute

A personal friend of mine has commissioned me to burn several portraits for her, and this was a really cool one that I had a BLAST doing.  

This Kokopelli was entirely of my own conception, and the inspiration for the embers glowing throughout his body came very shortly after drawing his silhouette. 

My client wanted a silhouette ..but I thought... needs some color.  So we agreed and I hope to release this amazing Kokopelli portrait as a reproduction print on my Etsy shop very soon.  (Licksoffire) 

 In the mean time, check out my other Etsy listings and follow me on Facebook!

I am always accepting commissions and will gladly work with you to create the perfect wood piece for you and your home.

The original Kokopelli Pyrocreation resides in the home of my client, Ms. McKinnell and is not for sale.

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Monday, February 25, 2013

New Prints Available SOON

Hey Everyone!  I've been terribly busy torching out my latest, and now we're getting ready to make these sweet little Pyrocreations available as reproduction high quality art prints for your wall!!

Check out the Chess Set, for Man-caves, kitchens, game-rooms, dens, or ...anywhere you want your Chess nook!  

The Rook, the Knight, and the Queen, or King piece.  I called it Queen, but it has a cross on top which is unique for Queens in most chess sets.

And then.... the Jazz!!  Presenting Jazz is the Color!
I am tempted to offer this one in sepia, black and white, as well as full color!  

So keep tuned on Etsy for the appearance of these awesome prints, and in the mean time, check me out on Facebook!!  Thanks for dropping in!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Teaser (Paper Shackles Book Release Excerpt)

So maybe you've heard a little word noised abroad that Paper Shackles is now available on Amazon, through Kindle, and on it's own page.  See link below. 

But if you're not sold by the cover and the summary, here is a teaser trailer to tickle your senses for mystery, adventure, excitement, and generally... teenage mischief   

Paper Shackles TEASER

Excerpt from Chapter 1:  The Motivator

Seventeen year old Jason Sparks stood patiently by the getaway vehicle, dragging on a cigarette to calm his nerves.  A crisp, March breeze chased dead leaves around on the asphalt and fueled the burning end of the cigarette.  It glowed bright orange one moment, then fell to a dull red, then sparkled a bright yellow the next.  A rickety, wooden fence, far from upright, bordered the back of an old convenience store and directly behind it raised the dry branches of an overgrown wood.  The dead, winter leaves chattered and rattled in the wind sounding very much to the ear like a soft spring rain.  Even though it was late, a chorus of bullfrogs croaked from a water-logged ditch nearby.  The glow of a street lamp on the front corner of the store lot provided just enough light for someone on either side of the building to work without being seen.  Jason's eyes wandered over to the convenience store as he thought about the task at hand.  He wasn't superstitious; but the entire setting gave him ominous vibes. 
The handgun lodged in the young man's belt was perhaps a large part of his discomposure.   He had never handled a weapon of that sort before, having no tendency for violence.  Times before, the gang had taken on daytime thefts accomplished by the boys working in pairs or acting as a mob.  One had usually caused a distraction while the others made off with the product.  At other times, they had all acted as one, smashing, looting, grabbing and running.  Jason had not been only surprised when the gun had been placed in his hands, but quite disturbed.  He had even protested.
“Never seen a gun before, Jay-man?! In case things heat up, you got yourself a motivator.  It's yore ticket to freedom if something goes wrong!”  Spencer, the Alpha Brother explained, checking the rounds in his own handgun.  “We're going to the next level.  You been here long enough to share the glory tonight.  That's love, man.”
Jason had tried to look competent with the gun, but failed miserably. 
One of the brothers shook his head peevishly as he arrested the gun.  “Safety’s on.  Never use a safety!  Never know what could happen!” 
Humiliated and angered, Jason flipped the safety back on when the thug wasn't watching.  He could find some ointment for his pride by pointing the locked gun at his competitor's turned back. 
The gang kept its members true with terrible penalties for any disobedience or infidelity.  Superiors had to enforce their position by performing crimes or they risked having their position usurped by another.   Before Jason's induction, the gang had appeared to be a very tight-knit family, full of love and support.  Once initiated, Jason found that they were a very tight-knit family, full of “love” and support, but at a very high price.  After the initiation ceremony, the end of which Jason had not been conscious enough to even vaguely remember, he awoke in the bed of his Alpha Brother, the man everyone in the gang answered to for better or for worse.  This did not surprise him as much as finding that he was wearing a permanent bruise from the ceremony: the word “Retribution” tattooed down his arm.

 Jason Bryant Sparks, Jr. was a lean but well-built young man with a face carved by hardships.  At first glance he would have been thought handsome for he had thick dark brown hair, dark-green eyes, fine features and olive skin.  Deeper down, he was stained with all his peer group had taught him and he had learned well to keep from re-living the beating he had received at thirteen years of age.  His eyes were narrowed and skeptical and the overall appearance of his face hardened and mistrustful.  His brow was wrinkled with premature worry and dissatisfaction with life; and when his chin wasn't dragging across his breast with this weight, it was firmly set and lifted to the sky to bluff onlookers into thinking he had both hands on the wheel of his life.  In truth, he did appear competent and capable beyond his years so he was never granted any sympathy or leniency when he was caught in mischief. 
Jason's eyes glistened with street-wisdom and his lip set with some trained roguishness.  It was obvious that he had graduated with a diploma from the street-school instead of the county high-school.  In truth, Jason's nature could have been a pleasant one that perhaps had been twisted by his broken home and the unfaithfulness of friends.  When in good company, he was a rather likable person who never antagonized or sought to do anyone harm.   He considered arguments to be a waste of time and didn't bother to condescend into someone else's misery to try to prove anything to them.  He carried himself with a certain aloofness and self-worth and often spoke his mind which got him into a good deal of altercations with those of his class.   
He lived in the rough of inner-city Columbus, Georgia with his mother, and several step-siblings and had known more than two step-fathers.  They were often in such hard times, that there were frequent weeks without electricity, and sometimes without water.  There had even been two brief times in Jason's early years that they had been without a roof over their heads.  Therefore, most of Jason's energies and resources were spent looking for acceptance, stability, and love, which he sought in the brotherhood.  Jason had spent more than one night in the county Juvenile Detention center for his unsuccessful mischief with the gang.  The majority of these, he had served as the scapegoat for another more seasoned member of the gang.   Jason looked to himself for all the answers he needed in life.         

A particularly strong gust of chilly March wind alerted Jason when it dragged an aluminum can across the asphalt and made a clatter.  He quickly turned his attention to a hooded figure approaching him from the shadows of the building.  It was Spencer. 
“We need ya JayJay.  They's having trouble with the window- we need an extra hand and a lot mo' muscle.”  He gestured with a handgun as he spoke.
Jason followed Spencer unquestioningly around the corner of the building.  His heart pounded at the sight of a security camera aimed at the door.  “Ya'll didn't see the camera?”  He mumbled, keeping his head averted and tossing the cigarette butt to the ground. 
“Took care of it a long time ago, man.”  The superior grunted struggling with the window.  “Hold the flashlight.”

When the gang had made a successful, clean entry through the back window of the old building,  Jason, much to his dismay, was sent up and over to unlock the steel door from the inside.  He had never been fond of heights and being sent head-first through a high window only heightened his anxiety.
         Once on the other side, he found himself in the clerk's office.  Jason slid the revolver under his belt as he looked upon the cluttered office space for signs of a safe or cash-box.  Finding nothing, Jason opened the office door, walked around until he found the back entry-way and unlocked it as well.  The gang flooded through and began the process of loading their getaway vehicle.  Jason ambled around the station, wary of touching or disturbing anything as his friends loaded themselves with their desires.  He had stolen many times before, so his conscious wasn't going to speak too loudly about pocketing any item he desired.  Jason just couldn't shake off that bad feeling.  He felt that he should leave the scene early, or at least go back and wait by the getaway vehicle.  Right then, Spencer, his arms loaded with merchandise, ordered Jason to return to the truck; but almost as soon as he had spoken, a soft light filled the dark store from outside.  Headlights!  The light faded as quickly as it had come, and was succeeded by the sounds of rising sirens.  Then blue and red light flooded the store and flashed off the glass and mirrors blinding Jason and Spencer.  Spencer dropped his treasures without hesitation and began shouting to the others; but the other boys were already fleeing like rabbits.  One boy ran blindly into Jason, laying him to the ground.  A second stepped on him and didn't even seem to notice in his mad dash for the exit.  The impact jolted Jason from his terrified stupor.  He clawed products off the shelves and groped a display for support as he struggled to his feet.  The display came crashing down on top of him.  Jars shattered and pickle-brine soaked his clothes.  Jason slid over cutting shards of glass and rolling pickles as he wallowed around in the dark until he fell into a broom closet in the back of the building.  The brine stung his cuts, but that was the least of Jason's worries.  Where was the exit? 
Jason heard policemen shouting as they sprang out of their patrol cars and the roaring of the getaway vehicle growling to a start.  Then the getaway car squealed off the lot and down the road, leaving tire streaks and a cloud of foul smoke.
         Jason, still dazed from his knocks, blows, and spills, lay crumpled in the broom closet for about a minute.  He heard investigative footsteps nearby, and jerked the revolver from his belt instinctively.  Now he realized why Spencer had emphasized its importance when he had given it to him.  Jason aimed it at the doorway and shook at the thought of a dozen armed policemen surrounding him.  He trembled as he remembered their rough hands, hard cold steel handcuffs, and curt words.  His heartbeat and breath echoed in his head.   He became increasingly panicked and wild-eyed as the footsteps drew nearer and nearer.  Sweat rolled down Jason's entire body as his muscles jerked and spasmed.  The seconds warped into minutes as the officers began to search the store.
“Two took the truck.  Get the boys to head 'em off.”  A voice bellowed.  “I hear something.  Might be another kid-” 
At the moment Jason thought he could be still no longer an inhumanely bright light was thrown in his eyes. 
“Freeze, or you're dead-” A thick bass voice bellowed.
A gunshot split the air.  Jason released a choked cry of terror and squirmed, thinking he had been shot; but he was pulled into an entirely new realm of fear when he stopped kicking and took one look at the policeman stretched out on the threshold before him.  Another violent tremor shook Jason's body and he could only muster enough strength to wrench his eyes from the policeman to the gun in his own hands.  The full realization of what had happened coursed through his mind like forked lightening.  Jason's next thought was to put the gun to his own head and hope that there was a bullet left for him in its chamber; but before he could raise the weapon, he saw Spencer jump over the policeman's legs in a maniacal dash for the exit.  He hollered to Jason in mid-jump. 
“Jay-Jay! Save your worthless hide man!  Get a move on!  They catch you and they'll hang you by the throat for this!!”  
So accustomed to obeying Spencer's orders, Jason snapped out of his stupor, scrambled to his feet, and sprinted out the back door after Spencer.  As they ran out across the lit blacktop, Spencer extended his arm and fired a shot in the direction of the police officers who were assuming defensive positions after hearing the first gunshot.  The boys immediately found themselves up against the rickety wooden fence at the edge of the wood.  Spencer directed another shot at the officers and began to scale the leaning fence.  Jason followed clumsily.  Neither of the boys had made it completely over the wooden barrier when a third shot split the air.  Spencer halted suddenly, uttered a strange groan, then fell limply backwards onto the concrete.  His fall shook Jason over onto the other side just before a fourth shot rang out.  

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Friday, December 28, 2012

New Year Excitment

With the New Year, 2013, there will be some changes to Phoenix Pyrocreations Pyrography.

First off, I will be offering High Quality Prints of my burnings for gorgeously affordable prices.

Secondly, Phoenix Pyrocreations will not only be offering Pyrocreations Prints for sale, but Photography prints for sale.

If you haven't recently, check out the Pyrocreations Shop.

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Monday, December 24, 2012

The Redneck Shih-tzu

     Life itself is not normal.  So why do we expect those trapped in-between the here and there to be any more normal than we are.  Even my chickens are batty- some of them.  That Amelia chick I mentioned months ago, I had to extract about two feet of cord from her crop one day.  She must have seen one giant white worm dangling from the coop rafters and decided she would be nourished for the next few days on that baby.  Boy was she ever.  It took me about a cup of oil and a lot of massaging and tugging to reverse that bit of rope from her gullet.  Amelia I called her.  Like Amelia Bedeilia.  It was a perfect fit.  And now that her egg hatched, I got one crazy little cock who stares around with that same not-normal psycho expression.   

               But in the There, or the limbo things are even less normal.  There's this mom and pop flower shop in Defiance, Ohio.  It's haunted my friend tells me; but not by any ordinary specter.  Margaret they call her.  Margaret the butt-pinching ghost.  She may have tweaked the seats of a few random customers but so far, my friend has not been molested.  When Margaret is keeping her hands to herself, she is busy tampering with the Florist's computers, opening up programs and resetting them.  

               And I can't fail to mention my normal neighbors.  They live in Section Eight housing.  They don't have much.  There's really nothing wrong with them, considering that life itself is abnormal.  But they bought this little Shih-tzu for a pretty penny a couple weeks ago.  Oh, the pooch came from a classy litter no doubt.   But it wasn't living a week in Section Eight before it became a real Dog.  The Ghetto Shee-tzoo.  They call him Gizmo.  Gizmo the full-blooded Shi-tzoo.  Gizmo sleeps outside on the land-fill driveway.  He used to be white.  But he's kind of black now.  On Gizmo's first walk, his owner, stood in the street in lounge-wear, holding a loud phone conversation while juggling a cigarette from leash hand to phone hand.  

                But who's talking.  My life has been no more normal than any of this.  It's all in how you perceive it.  Take this Chicken-nugget for example.  What do you see?

                   So this "Normal" girl is about to publish her first book.  It's years later than it should be.  -Like, I should have been published ten years ago.

             This particular story itself, was probably too awesome for me to tell.  I feel so inadequate.  But I've done my very best, and slaved away over it for over two years.... and now... it is ready... for Amazon Kindle!!  Just so you know, nothing about the book is normal. 

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Soon Coming Website and Prints!

So after much research about how to get quality photographs of my art for print-making, I dared to brave the unknown, on my very own.  I decided I would have to be the artist with the camera as well as with the pen.

So of my latest commission, here is the Eagle, whom I aim to offer for sale in a variety of print sizes in the very near future.  If he is my first print available for sale, he will be the start of a Phoenix Pyrocreations website as well!!  Cheers!

I am so very excited!!