For I have a message I would repeat to you, a word of tree and a whisper of stone the sighing of the heavens to the earth… From the The Baal Cycle, 13th century BC. We are separated from the land, and from our own nature. This is a choice. The truth is deep, unfathomable belonging. The truth …
drawing the neolithic way
These things always start off poorly. At this point I\’m a bit panicky, because it looks more like a dessert rather than rock. I stay with it, knowing that if I throw enough color at it, it will be fine. If in doubt, add more. (color, coffee, nutella…) Getting the lines of ochre and sepia …