Pheonix lies over a river stretched out on a tree branch. Her usually emotionless self is shed away as she mourns the loss of her love... who would've thought a gargoyle warrior like her could love? ... let alone change her completely! This colored pencil piece was done in 1998, and to this day remains my mother's favorite The over all mood set of the piece reveals to the viewer that even monsters can have hearts... even when they refuse to show them. Pheonix is (c) me.