
But only seekers find it.
Whipped this up as a cover for a private journal I'm keeping of my own personal journey. I really wanted to play around with heavy brush ink and watercolor (digital), kind of a Bill Watterson vibe and a focus on the background. What do you think?
Whipped this up as a cover for a private journal I'm keeping of my own personal journey. I really wanted to play around with heavy brush ink and watercolor (digital), kind of a Bill Watterson vibe and a focus on the background. What do you think?
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Gryphon
Size 720 x 705px
File Size 931 kB
JUST REALIZED THAT I'M PROBABLY SPAMMING YOU-
-but I just adore the use of black in the shadows and how it contrasts against the warm atmosphere and environment. I can't help but be reminded of some hella fond memories walking along and/or paddling the Sulphur River- it feels so hot, yet so lush.
plus Merygryph's colors look so gorgeous with the background.
-but I just adore the use of black in the shadows and how it contrasts against the warm atmosphere and environment. I can't help but be reminded of some hella fond memories walking along and/or paddling the Sulphur River- it feels so hot, yet so lush.
plus Merygryph's colors look so gorgeous with the background.
I often hike out in places where few have been before or at least recently. This is something I keep with me from those adventures though its likely you already know of it.
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
-Robert Frost, 1916
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
-Robert Frost, 1916
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