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Shadow patterns

I did this sketch at the park this afternoon. I love drawing trees.

A pen and ink sketch of a tall, gnarled treetrunk with a big hole partway up where a limb fell off long ago. In the background is a row of trees of all sizes, with the lowest fronds of their canopies just visible across the top of the picture. The smallest is a tiny sapling.

Sorry about the edges being cut off. My scanner isn't very good at handling things near the spine of a sketchbook.



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Apr. 7th, 2014 04:17 am (UTC)
Whoa that's cool! Your trees are always very like... very tree-like trees.
Apr. 8th, 2014 04:13 am (UTC)
Haha that's what you said about the treehouse. I'm glad they're not... um, spaceship-like trees.

Actually maybe I'm not glad. That sounds like it would be kind of cool.
Apr. 7th, 2014 11:31 am (UTC)
wow, that's super awesome :D
Apr. 8th, 2014 04:11 am (UTC)
Thanks! :)
Apr. 7th, 2014 03:31 pm (UTC)
Looks great! Perfect, actually. I love trying to draw trees but mine never look like actual trees. I stick to cameras :D
Apr. 8th, 2014 04:10 am (UTC)
Hey! It's been a while. I saw you were still doing stories for Bridget's Flame. I haven't done any writing for them for a long time, but I've been working on my own projects. Are you looking for feedback?
Apr. 8th, 2014 12:56 pm (UTC)
It has been a while. I'm surprised any of the same people are still on livejournal. I came back and half my friends list had lines through their names. I'm glad to see you're still drawing and sharing :D

If you mean feedback on my short stories, I would welcome it if you are so inclined.

If you mean feedback on Brigit's Flame, that would be wonderful. The community has dwindled so much. We would all love to put some energy back into it and get people excited about writing and being a community again.
After last month had one entry in week one, Lacombe pulled together a bunch of guest chatter writers to get things rolling. This month our first week had six contestants (including Hwango) and some good entries.

Even if you don't have time to write, come check out the April submissions. Hwango's story alone inspired me to write for the next prompt.
Apr. 12th, 2014 02:03 am (UTC)
Yeah, it's actually the busy season at work at the moment, so I probably don't have time to come back to Brigit's Flame. I still like talking about writing when I can, though. I've been getting bits done at a time for my own projects. I'm currently typing and editing the manuscript I worked on last November for Nano. I might post excerpts later, and I'm still definitely posting art.
Apr. 7th, 2014 05:31 pm (UTC)
I love looking at other people's art. It inspires me to keep going with mine too. The trees look very real, a rustic sort of look. When I figure out what to post, I'll let you know which painting I picked.
Apr. 8th, 2014 04:07 am (UTC)
Re: Trees
Cool, I'll check it out. I'm glad you're still doing art.
Apr. 10th, 2014 03:17 am (UTC)
Oooh :O That looks really cool!
Apr. 12th, 2014 02:04 am (UTC)
Thanks! Shashigai says there's a woman in the tree, and I can almost see her, peeping out from the trunk just below the knothole.
Apr. 10th, 2014 07:12 am (UTC)
There is a story in every picture.

This one is about a woman who sometimes is a tree. She is emerging from the trunk of the foremost tree, but something has frightened her, and now she must decide: should she reveal herself?

Not everyone who knows her as a human knows that she is a tree. There is only one who knows her as a tree. He lives in the woods. Because people think he is a vagrant, they never follow him to his home - a hollow tree in a hidden part of the wood.

Every evening, when people have left the park, he comes to her and calls her, not with his voice, but with his eyes. She can sense him watching, loving her. She becomes human so that she can be like him and watch the sunset, and listen to the sound of the waves washing the shore.

Every evening he asks the same favor of her. Will she come to live with him in his hollow tree? Perhaps this time, she will return with him to his home in the other hollow tree, and live with him as he has asked. But each time she says no. Her tree is hollow and she is part of it. She does not want to be part of his tree.

He thinks it is because she is afraid.
She thinks it is because it is different.

She has come out of the tree because she sensed someone watching her and thought it was the man. When she saw that it was not him, she hid as best she could, hoping the woman drawing her picture could not, would not see her.

Finally the artist goes away, and Tree becomes a tree again.

Tonight, when the man comes to see her again, she will tell him a scary story.

Edited at 2014-04-10 07:15 am (UTC)
Apr. 17th, 2014 09:25 am (UTC)
lovely line work. I almost see a vulture chick in the tree hollow.
Apr. 18th, 2014 01:55 am (UTC)
:) Thank you. *looking close*
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