Flower in the hair
Start of sketching. A4, paper 110 density.
Drawing without prior pencil sketching.
Some poetry translation:
Fear not the judgment or the words
Of empty people, cruel and unkind.
I will protect you with my sword
Where light and shadows are entwined.
Hold tight my palm, just like your own,
And like a blade through the world's core,
We'll slide past darkness, all alone,
To reach the dream we're wishing for.
Fear not the cold, fear not the schemes,
Let earth enfold the ghosts to rest.
Fear not the pain, fear not the dreams ...
Fear not ... for you are me, possessed.
AK 2017
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Really amazing drawing
Beautifully done
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There's a real warmth to this, and the care behind it shows in every detail.
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Rain washes away old traces, leaving the road clean for new steps.
Drops on the windshield simply remind us that we are moving forward.
When the road is wet, you have to hold the steering wheel tighter and think better.
A real journey begins where bad weather forces you to slow down a bit.
A downpour doesn’t stop traffic, it just tests your strength.
Wet gray asphalt reflects everything you have inside.
The road teaches you to endure, and the rain above it just teaches you to wait for the sun.
If you are afraid of getting wet, it is better not to go anywhere at all.
Life is like a road where rains happen often, but always pass.
A wet road shines brighter, even when there is complete darkness around.
The weather outside the window doesn’t matter if you know your route exactly.
Any puddle under your wheels is just a piece of heaven on earth.
The darkest cloud overhead will still end with a clear dawn.
After a long downpour on the road, it is always much warmer to return home.