I skipped ahead to Day 30 of the #Storystorm challenge–I know it doesn’t look like much but this is one of the ideas I’m planning to try to develop further. Speaking of which, now that #sketchsquall is done, it’s time to evaluate all the ideas and sketches and see which ones are worth more attention . . .
So this #Storystorm idea was supposed to be about frogs, but my pencil thought otherwise.
There was no ready image for this #Storystorm idea, so I tried an exercise instead–my adult people are terrible, lol. Too much labor for not enough result!
I think they’re sharing secrets? I don’t know. It’s late.
I think small moments of discovery are what kids are all about.
High fantasy is a little outside my wheelhouse–this is as close as I get.
This is a pretty literal interpretation of the #Storystorm idea–maybe a cover?
I like to say this is what it’s like to be an only child, lol.
Pine trees define childhood for me: when other children made snow forts in winter, we made pine straw forts in summer. We chipped off pieces of bark for play money; we braided green pine needles and collected perfect pine cones. They are prickly and harbor little itchy bugs and have a tendency to snap in two under the weight of heavy coatings of ice in the South’s frequent ice storms, but they’re tall and they grow fast, and they’re the first trees to come back when land has been cleared. I could go on . . .
Old stone walls are fascinating to me. Not sure what the story is here–but I totally get ancient people’s obsession with stone monuments. Stone endures, it absorbs warmth and radiates it back. Very comforting, and magical. This is my interpretation of a magical moment.