I feel sorry for tortoise. All the other creatures have taken to the air, even snake, and how wonderful it is to soar. But tortoise can only look on longingly.
But I have a feeling tortoise will be back, and who knows, perhaps wings are in his future.
“Nature in the city is captive, like animals in the zoo. (But some places are feral.)”
I’m reworking my style. I worked for years in animation, and while I was being paid to draw, in animation you must emulate the style of the show, so you become proficient at following prescribed styles. While I’m still drawing on (pardon the pun) other influences, I’m developing at the same time.
Writers talk about their characters taking on a life of their own, and I find the same with some of the characters I imagine and draw.
This is Mother Nature’s daughter – she begged to be drawn to life. In a way she’s my own daughter, in a way she’s me; surrendering to the earth, seeping like dew into the ground, growing like a seed into her authentic self.