Another one of the 'Mynnia gone nuts'-pictures, and a pretty old one, too. I was doodling in my Philosophy course one day again and drew the Elf mentioned in a picture before (the one with the prince). And so it came that, without thinking of it, he suddenly melted with a tree...I really cannot remember why I did this, but everytime I look at it I feel a rush of, hum, 'silent wildness' and a longing for changing places with him.
He looks a bit like Jesus, doesn't he? (I hope I don't insult anyone with this.)
In this small version it looks as if he makes a Vulcanian (you know, 'Mr Spock') gesture, but his middle finger is held down (try that. By the way:
Did you know that no one can lick his own elbow?
And did you know that 95% try it anyway if they read it? :D ;P)
Now you will have noticed my 'love' for backgrounds, by the way...:D