Eternal Dragon in progress

Pencil sketch of a spiky ouroboros. Fairly large, maybe 11 inches across. Drew this last night while sipping some bushmills. The paper is thick water-color paper that i stained a few days ago. made some "tea" out of turmeric then brushed it onto several sheets of this paper. once it was semi-dry i threw some rooibos and coffee splatters on it and let it dry in the dirt. The next morning I cleaned them off and pressed them flat underneath some heavy books. Turned out pretty cool. I did run this picture through a few filters before I posted it. It's a way of watermarking my pics. Most of the stuff I put online I'll crank the saturation or contrast a bit or run it through an olde tyme filter. Keeps people from making exact copies of my originals or prints.

Here's an unedited pic to give you a better idea of the color and size.

I'll most likely finish this one in the next day or two. Once I clean this up a bit I'll proceed to shading it in with some charcoal and possibly white chalk for some highlights. I'll post a pic/scan once it's finished.

Ouroboros evolving.

Reference photo I chopped up for a sketch I'm working on. I always loved these; possible tattoo material. aside from its interesting historical and alchemical meanings it's an appropriate symbol for someone such as myself, constantly attempting to reinvent and expand who I am and generally obsessing over my personal development . I'll post some pics of the sketch once it's underway.

From Wikipedia- The Ouroboros or Uroborus[1] is an ancient symbol depicting a serpent or dragon eating its own tail.
The Ouroboros often represents self-reflexivity or cyclicality, especially in the sense of something constantly re-creating itself, the eternal return, and other things perceived as cycles that begin anew as soon as they end (compare with phoenix). It can also represent the idea of primordial unity related to something existing in or persisting from the beginning with such force or qualities it cannot be extinguished. The Ouroboros has been important in religious and mythological symbolism, but has also been frequently used in alchemical illustrations, where it symbolizes the circular nature of the alchemist's opus. It is also often associated with Gnosticism, and Hermeticism. Carl Jung interpreted the Ouroboros as having an archetypal significance to the human psyche.[citation needed] The Jungian psychologist Erich Neumann writes of it as a representation of the pre-ego "dawn state", depicting the undifferentiated infancy experience of both mankind and the individual child

Small skull sketch. 2 inches tall.

I am not an addict. I am the addict. The addict I invented to keep this show on the junk road. I am all the addicts and all the junk in the world. I am junk and I am hooked forever. Now I am using junk as a basic illustration. Extend it. I am reality and I am hooked, on, reality. Give me an old wall and a garbage can and I can by God sit there forever.


Because I am the wall and I am the garbage can. I need some one to sit there and look at the wall and the garbage can. That is, I need a human host. I can’t look at anything. I am blind. I can’t sit anywhere. I have nothing to sit on. And let me take this opportunity of replying to my creeping opponents. It is not true that I hate the human species. I just don’t like human beings. I don’t like animals. What I feel is not hate. In your verbal garbage the closest word is distaste. Still I must live in and on human bodies. An intolerable situation you will agree. To make that situation clearer suppose you were stranded on a planet populated by insects. You are blind. You are a drug addict. But you find a way to make the insects bring you junk. Even after thousands of years living there you still feel that basic structural distaste for your insect servants. You feel it every time they touch you. Well that is exactly the way I feel about my human servants. Consequently since my arrival some five hundred thousand years ago I have had one thought in mind. What you call the history of mankind is the history of my escape plan.
I don’t want ‘love.’
I don’t want forgiveness.
All I want is out of here.






William s. Burroughs

guess I gotta start somewhere...