Showing posts with label IF. Show all posts
Showing posts with label IF. Show all posts
journey
A bunch of months ago I was visiting Tammie’s blog and one of her delightful photos immediately caught my attention. I commented that I could see Zoe and Dante having an adventure in her landscape.
To my delight I got an email shortly after with the photo in question attached, giving me permission to borrow from it! I was flattered and thrilled! I started the image right away... but it just wasn’t working out and in the end I put it aside.
Then as it so happens, this week’s IF theme is journey, and I thought of that failed image. It was perfect. If only I could get it to work... I guess time gave me the distance to see it with fresh eyes, because now, after some tweaking (ok a lot of tweaking) I think I found my way.
beneath
Beneath the waves things were still as the grave as though the sea had turned to plastic and above the foam and the deep blue brine the mystery thickened respectively.
linked by a string of lights
Dust-bunny nests in the wild are often connected, seeing as they are quite social creatures but easily scattered by the wind. This colony of nests for example, is linked by a string of lights. (because I’m sure you were wondering ;)
getting muddy
There are two kinds of people in the world - those who love getting muddy and those who love getting others muddy
clumsy bunny
Distracted by the oddity of the Dead Frog Band, Dante didn’t see the microphone chord until it was too late - Clumsy bunny!
A Zoe in the wilderness
I got really excited about this weeks Illustration Friday theme ’wilderness’ - the wild places are close to my heart and I started to dream up lush foliage and how I could infuse it with bunnies. In the end it was Zoe who took me to one of her favourite haunts - I hope I did it justice.
Confined to the library
(in the good way)
Zoe and Dante spend the nights confined to the library, nestled in among rough tweed pillows and dusty books. The city, now voiceless, has been muted by a thick blanket of snow - but Dante doesn’t trust this quiet truce. He knows the urban grit, with all its mysteries and necrotic personalities, is still there under the cold pale guise - just waiting, patiently, for the thaw.
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