Happy face
We’re told that appearances are deceiving.
We think our decisions are based on reason
So why do we put our fake smiley face on
instead showing our true dark feelings ?
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook.
We’re told that appearances are deceiving.
We think our decisions are based on reason
So why do we put our fake smiley face on
instead showing our true dark feelings ?
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook.
Lone tree, twisted, bad proportioned and without coherent background.
i like the texture, but failed the composition. Need to work harder !
Ink brush on A6 sketchbook
The flutist has played for eons
To calm the Sultan of Demons
Or so it seems, no time here,
No place either, so crowded
So when came the feeble call
from a teeny tiny blue ball
It came and eat profusely
And now wanders aimlessly
Ink brush on A6 sketchbook
“Oh when the windwalker
carries some water
Oh when he give birth
with some good earth
To the woodwind
Floating in between
At the crossroads
We’ll find your hold”
– Old Merchant folk song
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Gift for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG
The shovel hit something soft. Abermal stopped the other, got on his knees and started to dig with his bare hands, slowly revealing the buried torso of a men. Ed was confused, he had been hired to dig a gate, not a corpse. Not that was against the few and sparse remaining principles he had, but he would have like to know beforehand. Not the same price.
As the professor slowly unearthing the corpse, Ed saw chains and rags. The body was completely mummified, and that was curious. It should have decomposed in this soil. Ed dropped himself on a nearby stone, lit a fig and let the professor do the work. He could hear him mumbling to himself.
– “Careful, careful…What a cautious fellow we have here… tatoo? smart! …very smart indeed, Sir Pilcevot…”
Ed forced himself not to look. If they was restrains, this fellow has not departed in a pleasant way. The eyes were the worst, Couldn’t bear them. The professor was completely and utterly absorbed by his task. Ed wondered if he could sneak away now the digging was done. His first plan was to stay a while and require a couple of quids to cover the grave, but now…
– “So the guardian was indeed the gate. Poor knight… The legends were both true then! He did get corrupted by the old ones AND manage to stop them entering our world. Someone must have buried him alive to do so, while the evil has engulfed him. And of course, tatoo him with the Elder Sign to kept the evil from leaking out…”
The professor went silent. for a while. Ed took the time to shake the dirt on his legs. then throw away the consumed fig.
– “Yer okay in there prof ?”
– “No.”
– “Beg perdon ?”
– “No, that’s not okay. The sign’s broken. Your shovel must have…”
– “Must have what ? Yer should have warn me bout that, y’know. Sooo… Need help move this fellow ?”
– “Run.”
– “Wha ?”
– “RUN YOU FOOL!”
For hector111
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
– Oh uncle. I’m so glad to see you!
– ‘evening son
– I must ask you for help. Would you kindly listen to me?
– Sure, son!
– I kept dreaming of a titanic figure, truly a god. Each night, over and over. At first it was blurred and vague. And now it is clearer and clearer each night. Last was the worst! it saw me! And then it made a gesture.
– Oh my! That is quite terrifying.
– I’m scared. What can I do? I’m afraid to fell asleep again.
– But you are dreaming dear.
– oh…
– like, right now. Remember, son: I died three years ago.
– no…nononoNONONONONOWGAWD!
ink brush doodle on A6 sketchbook
Reading new books, learning new skills,
Polishing my mind by testing new things
One must not let his spirit withering
and always be climbing the hills.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Little by little, working the ink
Never let my hope sink
That one day I will get skills
To master brushes as i do pencils
Ink brush on A6 sketchbook
Playin with ink brush, I must learn to make straight lines with it.
I should have worked zig-zag though…
Well, I think it makes an interesting piece altogether.
Ink brush doodle on A6 sketchbook
“There’s something weird in the fridge todayI don’t know what it is
Food, I can’t recognizeMy roommate won’t throw a thing away
I guess it’s probably his
It looks like it’s alive”
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook