I’ve been fleshing out some naturalist motif of a skull on a pike wrapped in ivy growths. Or on a staff. Maybe with a snake, in homage to the Rod of Asclepius. Figure it’s a good forearm piece.

Or a bird. It always comes back to birds. There’s just a bird for every feeling. A peregrine in a dive, a phoenix taking its throne, a blackbird living life, a raven brooding, an owl observing, a hawk soaring, a seagull eating French fries, a vulture scavenging, a hummingbird hovering, a parrot shouldered, so many options.