When you travel desolate roads there are few options to get your groats. The food may be expensive and the beds are hard as stone. But it's better to be inside than left outside alone.
Steep but simple. Right to the top. That's what I though. Before I went up.
A lot going on here. I don't know why. At least there's a pig. Looking up at the sky.
Dried up and left to rot. That's the fate for this old yacht. But in the height it found it's ease. Tired of sailing the seven seas.
In-between there is always room to stay. Under a mountain on some crooked way. You create a life where you can feel free. And hope that's how it's going to be.
I like doing these mountain drawings: Using few lines and much air they look so inviting and merciful. I would like to walk there. I imagine it's quite a scenic view.
One hill after another. That's how the months have flown by. I guess I need a break from them. Before three turns into five 🙂
Some like the shadow Some like the sun. That's why there's room. For all to have fun.
Sometimes it's hard to know what to draw. So the lines just go all over the place. It can be nice, though, to just let the hand run free. Not quite knowing what it's going to be 🙂
I've noticed that the way I draw rock formations could also be some kind of growths when turned upside down. So I thought I would give it a go: When looking at the finished product I definitely think that the lines pointing up could pass as growths. The same goes if I turn the drawing…