The lake was busy with light, the grasses busy with wind, but the boat sat quiet against the shore. There is a gift in this tension: to be held still while everything moves, to be carried without effort, to find rest in the very heart of motion.
Another page of my travelbook, made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Here a woman enjoying a coffee on an italian terrasse
i decided to make a new story called Zombie Apocalypse -,- im sorry but its another comic and my hands are gonna die from it so i wont post for a while after 6 series of the book imma put it to sale and after imma have to DRAW another story about it or i wait until its done printing out so yall can find it -.- again sorry but heres chara im still finishing her up
