A dark image that reflects in witness that does not need to be said, understood beneath the horrid reflections for which various creatures through time, present, in future sorrows, harmed to nightmares or death, fractured eyes that seep lands familiar, but rarely be spoken. An image of harsh reality.
“Past a certain point, the music is no longer mine. It's yours.” - Phil Collins.
Can’t be the end of another sketchbook? Apparently so! Glad I stocked up in new ones…
Sketching out some hybrid pumpkin spiders for spooky season! Focused on building up texture and density in the web pattern using single-color linework.