The creative process. Mostly an accident. Some stray idea is sparked in your head and then it’s off to the races. It’s all the tail wagging the dog, so to speak. The picture above was the spark. So now I’m just having fun.
Three rings for the elven kings under the sky…
Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone…
Nine for Dobermans doomed to die…
One for the dark lord, on his dark throne…
In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie…
One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them.
One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
