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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The Ruins


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:

erotisan said...

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