"Kindness is like snow – It beautifies everything it covers.” – Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)
not sure why but was inspired by the #predator-prey relationship, between #fox_rabbit
Fineliner scribblings on a back ground of paper... . . . ... . . . . . . ..... . ... . . . . . ...... ... . . A rabble of sozzled birds on a tightrope of joy heading towards the puppet master up above. . . .... . . ... . .... .. .... .. ... . . . . Prints are available (16 out of 20 at the time of going to press) . ..............................
Done 2017 with lead pencil AND USED DIGITAL TO MAKE IT BLUE AND GAVE BORDERS on11 x17 bristol paper. If you are interested in purchasing this artwork for $80 and also I do private commissions. Leave a comment or contact me at jungmeister4@yahoo.com (Shipping fee to ship the original artwork will apply)
My art book is available to purchase. To purchase my art book hit the link.
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Done 2007 with lead pencils on 9x12 bristol. One of my old artworks. I just wanted to draw something other than characters which i mostly draw. Mushroom i think is fun to draw and you can make so many images with just mushroom. Original art is up for sale $35 (shipping fee will apply) USD email me and open for private commissions as well jungmeister4@yahoo.com Also I have my 2023 Wall calendar up for sale $19.95 with my artworks through Artwanted.com art community website. Click or copy / paste the link below and would be appreciated if you can support me on the calendar https://www.artwanted.com/artist.cfm?ArtID=115637&Tab=Calendar
He dies with the honor of his ancestors, among the trees, not strung up on a dead one like his brothers or forced to work like a slave as his sisters. He dies a proud alf. His are the kin of the trees. The others that live on in the cities are traitors! Their blood is poison now. He takes as many knights as he can. Tonight the Elvin folks perish.And so ... Goodknight
"We had a new upstairs neighbor, and while I had yet to see him I knew he was there because each night he made a terrible racket. It was different each time. One night it sounded like he was blowing across the mouth of a jug for an hour straight without taking a breath."
From "Tacky Goblin" by T. Sean Steele
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