Wednesday, January 23, 2013

I just liked this mini story

And Valhalla cried out for his son. 
 But it was too late. 
 For Myth and legend stole him from the heavens 
and he wandered through dreams, looking and wanting. 
 And waiting to hear a fathers beckoning 
once more.

I was experimenting just using markers and finding shapes instead of line work.  Then story started working then...well...this.
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