Sinbad and the stellar wizard by Armando Salas

Vivian Allen 17 Jul 2006

Love your clean, vivid colors. Your Sinbad is adorable with his cute clothes and hat.

Andrea Herrera 29 Jun 2006

Oh how cute. I love the colors. Great Work Armando.

Les Jobes 26 Jun 2006

Wonderful story.. wonderful drawings Armando! :o)

Gregory Edwards 21 Jun 2006

The hot and cool colours work very well in this composition

hendrik arie baartman 21 Jun 2006

Sindbad The Seaman And Sindbad The Landsman THERE lived in the city of Baghdad during the reign of the Commander of the Faithful, Harun al-Rashid, a man named Sindbad the Hammal, one in poor case who bore burdens on his head for hire. It happened to him one day of great heat that whilst he was carrying a heavy load, he became exceeding weary and sweated profusely, the heat and the weight alike oppressing him. Presently, as he was passing the gate of a merchant's house before which the ground was swept and watered, and there the air was temperate, he sighted a broad bench beside the door, so he set his load thereon, to take rest and smell the air. He sat down on the edge of the bench, and at once heard from within the melodious sound of lutes and other stringed instruments, and mirth-exciting voices singing and reciting, together with the song of birds warbling and glorifying Almighty Allah in various tunes and tonguess- turtles, mocking birds, merles, nightingales, cushats, and stone curlews- whereat he marveled in himself and was moved to mighty joy and solace. Then he went up to the gate and saw within a great flower garden wherein were pages and black slaves and such a train of servants and attendants and so forth as is found only with kings and sultans. And his nostrils were greeted with the savory odours of an manner meats rich and delicate, and delicious and generous wines. So he raised his eyes heavenward and said, "Glory to Thee, O Lord, O Creator and Provider, Who providest whomso Thou wilt without count or stint! O mine Holy One, I cry Thee pardon for an sins and turn to Thee repenting of all offenses! "How many by my labors, that evermore endure, All goods of life enjoy and in cooly shade recline? Each morn that dawns I wake in travail and in woe, And strange is my condition and my burden gars me pine. Many others are in luck and from miseries are free, And Fortune never load them with loads the like o' mine. They live their happy days in all solace and delight, Eat, drink, and dwell in honor 'mid the noble and the digne. All living things were made of a little drop of sperm, Thine origin is mine and my provenance is thine, Yet the difference and distance 'twixt the twain of us are far As the difference of savor 'twixt vinegar and wine. But at Thee, O God All-wise! I venture not to rail, Whose ordinance is just and whose justice cannot fail." Greetings Hendrik.

Artist Reply: I agree :-)))

Cristina Marsi 21 Jun 2006

Lovely work, must have been great fun :) Btw, how would you translate "caramba" ? it is a word that is always associated to spanish, but i realize now i have no idea about its meaning :)

Artist Reply: "Wow" (no exact translation; it's an interjection)