2 hours in Oil pastels. characters for a fairytale I wrote, I’ll put the intro to the story up on the writing page tomorrow! it’s a love story between the sad raven and the cheerful but lonely rose, it has a sad ending…
I have been redrawing all my characters from my stories in pastels, the Raven and the rose are two very dear characters to me, their designs got updated so I decided to also make a new drawing for them
Up high in the air, a tiny nut dangled from a tree. A slight rattling noise within.
The wind blew outside the little nut, unknown to whatever resided in it. But not unknown to the tree from which it hanged.
A faint snapping sound rang through the air.
Gravity acted heartlessly upon the little nut, its insides in disarray. All was chaos inside the once serene little chamber, then suddenly, all was peace once more.
A warmth, a blinding beam stabbed into the shell of the nut like a sword. The dark peaceful interior now violated for the first time.
She had never seen such brightness, such intrusion in her earth colored chamber. Rudely awakened from her dreaming slumber by this whole event, presented now with a passage to an unknown world.
Emerging from her shell, the little girl, as if a sapling, stretched towards the scrutinous sun. All around her, a place she remembers from many a dream, but now so vivid, colors she had never imagined before, an ocean of noise coming from every direction.
The little one sunk back into her shell, this was too overwhelming, but in remembering her dreams, she couldn’t help but wonder what this place meant.
Rising out of the broken nut, she stepped out into the warm grass, the moisture underfoot so unknown to her old home, yet so refreshing. Looking up, the girl saw the tree where she dropped from towering above her, so far out of reach, but calling out to her.
What was she anyway? The little creature wondered, what if by going back to that tree, she might find more like her and maybe understand what her dreams meant.
Dangling from the broken shell was a piece of branch, from when the nut was still connected to the tree. At the point where the branch broke there was a green tendril, so bright and alive. The girl took the branch, a little taller than herself, as a reminder of where she needed to go.
With a deep breath, inhaling all those strange new smells.
She stepped forth into the garden
4 hours in chalk pastels and colored pencils, A birthday present for my mom! She really loved the sketch for this one, the sketch was ready and sitting in my pile for months, Mom would always ask me to color it next, for her birthday i decided to do my best and make the best present ever
Done in 3 hours in Chalk pastels, got the idea of making an octopus lady following a trend of sketches I was doing, first a spider, then a scorpion, then an octupus and then a crab. Octopus was decided after watching the Laughing octopus boss fight from metal gear solid 4.
