Against the weight of a storm-dark sky, tender stems lean forward—some bending, some breaking, some still reaching.
They hold their fire at the tips, waiting to bloom, waiting to burn, waiting to belong to light.
Perhaps this is all of us:
stretching through shadows,
searching for the thin, golden line that divides earth from eternity.
I do these in alcohol inks but I have pages and pages of doodles in B/W and Colored Pencil or Markers in my sketch books of these far away things....oteresa
An intuitive mix of fluid watercolor gradients and intricate fineliner patterns, wrapped up in a golden border. A little bit biological, a little bit whimsical.
While waiting in line at a convention to meet Erika Harlacher-Stone (the voice of Violet Evergarden), I sketched this from a reference. Pretty cool moment to see her reaction when I handed it to her, and I'm happy to report that she is indeed a lovely person.
Final assemblage - manual drawing enriched with digital elements, A5 format
The punch line:
An external, independent force ruined the morning by shattering the cup.
Fate took its share.
The question is:
Does this same external interference have the power to destroy the rest of the day?
Does one rotten fruit have the chance to rob all the others of their flavor? The sun will shine no matter the situation.
Choice and acceptance don't have to be mutually exclusive!
