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You drift into the dome of the sky. You rise faster, drawing further and further from everything you know, everything meaningful to you. Panic shoots through you, as you realize that you are not in control. Your ascent is ceaseless.
As a cloud carresses your face. You wonder when you will return to earth.
Then you realize you don't want to.....
This picture started as the realization that, through all the years I've drawn Stumpy on notes and such, I've never drawn him in flight. I realized that his little wings are not sufficient to lift his plump little body, then I got the image of him carried away by a boquet of balloons. I lost the sketch, though...
After a rough day in my life, I decided to break out the watercolors and revive the picture. The picture is expressive of the liberation, the relief I felt after that day. Catharsis. Everything was going to be okay...
|Random Faerie Sketch||Flyin' Purple People Eater|
|The Ferryman.jpg||A Plague O' Both Your Houses!|