Astanael

Tag: landscape

  • Leaving colors I will leave it here, a slight touch of colorI have no use of it, I’ve made some moreIt is time for me to move, to walk awayI must find a new canvas to paint /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Je laisse mes couleurs ici, c’est…

  • Lost place It’s a overlooked place, not so far in the northern woods. You wouldn’t notice. It’s quiet, silent, peaceful. Dark carved rocks emerges from the ground. There may have been some kind of structure here, who knows?Who cares.Nobody cares about the little places.They lives, without a care in the world.Forgotten. And that’s fine. /*…

  • Coastal Fortress Listen, son. Some say that our castle of Gillümore was built with magic. With dark, forbidden sorcellery. Don’t listen to them, they’re just jealous. Nothing here but strong will and flawless dedication. Look at these walls, sturdy and carved directly from the cliff’s granite. Nothing’s stronger than granite. It can and has withstand…

  • Garden This is a dream of usTo have a large garden With trees and sweet flowersTo have our save haven *** Krita + Yiynova *** C’est notre doux rêve à deux,Un jardin, grand et sereinOù planter arbres et fleuresNotre coin à nous de bonheur

  • Ruines and trees There’s now trees growing on what was a splendid castle. See kitty, to grow is to die a little. To grow as new people, we needed to let go of our castle.Now look, on the ruins of our certitudes is growing our strongest convictions. ***Les arbres poussent maintenant là ou s’élevait un…

  • Smoktober 17 It was a long walk to the top. And not an easy road.“See my dear? Theses are the chimney I told you about”“Strange how the soot only sticks to rocks… How far to him?”“To her. This seller’s a she. We’re getting closer, my dear.” *** C’est un long chemin ardu et pentu jusqu’au…

  • Adventure – Change of view Life’s different when you’re only five inches high. New point of view, new obstacles… New monsters.But in the end, the world’s still larger than you can concieve. The sky’s the same. Will you ever manage to catch your own body? That’s for another story. *** La vie est bien différente…

  • Choose your own direction Before you, a lone and large tree stands at the forkroad. There’s an old signpost but the letters are partially erased and one of the directions has drop to the ground.To your left, the path leads down in the valley, to a distant forest, fuzzy and green.To your right, the path…

  • No fish today No fish today, the river has run dryThings are not the same anymore.But I’m still doing the same, so why?Why was it so much easier before? *** Pas de poisson, toute sèche est la rivière.Les choses ne sont plus les mêmes maintenantPourtant je fait comme le faisait mon père, Pourquoi c’était bien…

  • Artifical smoky mountains They hate the sky, so they made some smokeThey made so much smoke, the sky went darkThey hate the dark, so they made some lightsNow there’s soot everywhere, and no nights. *** Ils haïssaient le ciel, alors ils firent de la fuméeIls firent tant de fumée, que le ciel s’assombritIls haïssaient le…