A sketch I produced during a three day sick period. I had a general urge to draw without any anticipation of what might come of it. This sketch began as a man wielding a Soviet axe. Within a day he resembled one of Tolkien's forest-wandering Ents with little indication to proper anatomy. One might also ask why a tree would be grasping a fire brand, vulnerable to its engulfing, destructive effects. I suppose in my visual universe he would.