Posts
The snapping of branches like bones beneath my feet, this Forest of Ancient Ancestors holds a loathing presence.
One which we do not speak, for we do not know the words, but feel within the course of our veins; born again for the thousandth time.
The Monster is escaping from the womb before it's Time.
Watercolor, pencils, photoshop
1 comment:
i really love this piece. very interesting. i can't figure out the process behind it! love the colour gradation from top to bottom. nice abstraction of true forest light. the combination of medias on this are impressive. very emotive
Post a Comment