Welcome to the thread that's tied to a stump in the backyard of my head. Please do stay, and look, read, and play. I'll fill these pages with my imaginings as best I can, and since drawing and writing go hand in hand, for my sketchbook I'll do both, and hopefully you'll find something that doth floateth your boat. I'm sure you can see that as time goes on, my ability of tongue and hand will increase, so if you're looking for progress, then skip to the end. Bon appétit!
And leave some feedback and I'll do the same for you!
Grease gathers and angles across the moon's craters.
Cherry branches creak forward upon a palette of shaded green grass that twists
and creases under globes of dew.
Veiled in the dark recesses of the treeline
it raps a melody against the weaving trunk,
Three stars twist across the massive sea;
That murky sky.
Sweet echoes drift higher,
but get caught in the smog.