Trim your garden Look at these brambles… That’s bad. This place is a shame! How could you let this go so long? Such unattended woods are dangerous, don’t you know? It could lead to some rather… disturbing evolution. /* Watercolor[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Under construction I dunno… I wouldn’t go with this “untouched by man” look the client wants. Too artificial.No, don’t laugh, hear me out: they say they want primal forests, real wilderness. Nope. All they want are gardens. Primal forests are[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Tree maintenance Let’s see what’s going on…Skipped a lot of maintenance did ya? No wonder yer tree ain’t giving you no cherry, the wires’re all corroded. See? There’s shorts here and here.No fret, repair’s easy peasy. I can even reprog[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Miscalculation Ok, so I’ve made a mistake. There! I said it. Let’s call a truce, and… AhAAAaaaAAAH! No pecking! No pecking! We can talk ab… Oh mercy stop bouncing! nononoNONO! /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Well Garden Comes October, the leaves are fallingAutumn ’s shades, and colors everywhereNobody’s really gone, just restingThey thrives and grow underneath, hidden /* Pencil doodle on A5 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A5 / / No inktober this year, I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Forest Shhh…don’t talk, cut your phone. Just listen.Birds sings and chirp. Insects buzzes. Suddenly, a nut fell form above, scaring a squirrel. Then calm again, a gentle wind strokes the leaves.Gorgeous and peaceful, isn’t it?Why is there?No humans.That’s why. /*[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Abandoned park Even the smallest cities has forgotten places, little spots known to only a few if not any. Often decayed, overcome by nature or surprisingly well groomed by unknown forces. Go on and search, you’ll find some quite easily.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Elder Scarecrow Today we gather to pay hommage to the Elder. Older than us, so old their mast has grown back to a tree, so ancient their garnements are but rags floating in the four winds… Only the face remains,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Mouseys – Where’s our river? Where did our sweet, fresh river has gone?We dug bedrock but it wasn’t there,Didn’t look downstream, it can’t be there,Let’s follow the trail upstream for the source, /* Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Swamp friends Let me tell you about my swamp friends.Sure they’re all mucky and icky. smelling and oozing. They never leave their place, only doing the one trick they know: eating algae.But they’re honest in their way. Pure. Mindless.They are[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…