“Eloi,” muttered Trinh. I just stared back at the children who were staring mutely at us. Dark cloaked strangers carrying weapons filled the doorway and they did not move or cry out. Naran was the eldest at six years, the others were clearly younger, two were only just toddlers. I wondered if they could see…
I sketched this scene out with watercolors the other week, it’s such poignant moment for Zare. The first real loss you see her face beyond doubt. Her city, the old life, even the other people in her life she’s lost or left behind were all “off screen.” Most, also, were almost a year behind her…
One day I will write A’rora’s story.
Practicing with the inktense, and markers, and metallic.
Trying to focus on shadow and light.
Trinh is one of my favorite heroes to paint, and one of the hardest to write. Enjoyed pushing myself with the watercolors, also.
Practicing clothes, bows, and warriors.
Inktense on gesso. It’s almost like paint.
I have several different versions of this in my notebooks. Still haven’t managed to make it come out quite the way I want.
I have this color called bloodstone. I mix it with phthalo blue and ultramarine and have all the best fun.