Traces Its leg’s missing, stolen by the wolf. The culprit left traces on the groundDelicate small prints, hard to follow,Relentless, the spirit search for its bones. Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
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Inktober 2018, Day 31 : Slice A slice of life. With this one, Inktober is finally over ! I liked this challenge, it’s quite fun to see what fellows artists came with on a given subject. Adding a theme to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Jack o Lantern Jack o Lantern is such a known figure nowadays. I read somewhere it was originally a turnip and not a pumpkin he used for holding the ardent coal that was given to him. See ? No bones.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The attack The rabbit fled, quickly,No time to understand, Unable to react,Suddenly, an attack. Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
Inktober 2018, Day 30 : Jolt One of the most horrible gift for a kid. Inktober 2018 – #01 – Poisonous Inktober 2018 – #02 – Tranquil Inktober 2018 – #03 – Roasted Inktober 2018 – #04 – Spell Inktober[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Watched Silently, closing in, a silhouetteStep by step, approachingThe spirit is watching,The rabbit, sleeping. Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
Inktober 2018, Day 29 : Double I’ve outdone myself in the horror on this one. Inktober 2018 – #01 – Poisonous Inktober 2018 – #02 – Tranquil Inktober 2018 – #03 – Roasted Inktober 2018 – #04 – Spell Inktober[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Uneasy at sea Nervous, uneasy… The tight grip on their saber did help a little. The wind was strong, salty, corrosive. It smells. a lot. And yet, them would not change their place for anything. Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook.
Inktober 2018, Day 28 : Gift Admit you weren’t thinking about what happenned next with the poor #20.Hang on ! For the next Inktobers will be quite macabre. Inktober 2018 – #01 – Poisonous Inktober 2018 – #02 – Tranquil[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Hopping It is morning, two silhouettes hops in the fields. The rabbit cannot jump as high as the spirit.Each gust of wind throws it higher and higher.As if wind itself was a spirit too. Maybe it is. Pencil doodle on[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…