More the pen drips ink on the pages creating magic like mages on stages of pressed wood flattened and bright all for imaginations delight. you can hear the creatures with features vivid in the night, angels and fairies and beings of light. treemen and animals mixed with fur and skin, emerge on the table where the ink sinks in. creative conjuring with strokes here and there, fashioning monsters that feel so near. black and bold, white-washed and cold, never to old for a story to be told.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 23:00:00 +0000