Did something for C.McCarthy's Anxious Dreamer.
The first thing I thought of when I read that tiny story was a hand trying to grab hold of the dreams. Then when I was drawing, I decided I wanted to show the sleeper, as well as her looking out at all her dreams. So I drew two representations of the dreamers.
All the 'dreams' that you see in there are some of the dreams I recall having when I was younger. I counted sheeps and dreamed of sheeps, and always the flying pigs, of castles and magic, and once, a world where love grows on trees and people visited it for.
Wonderful little story, I think. :D
Saw this little bit by JGrimm, and I just thought of this piece.
The little story reminds me of something hopeful and happy being melted away, broken down. So I had some bright colors fading away, streaming away to the bottom, and the colors at the bottom are a little duller and everything.
Yup, there ya go.
The malevolence within, and the blood that makes the red of her hood.
I think this would fit the line - "She did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.", but if you find it suits other lines, please go ahead. :D
I realize that this is not much of a blob and stuff like hoped, but I got this idea and couldn't get it out of my head, so I drew it. :P You might see some really shaky lines, because I came back from a game of badminton and went to draw this immediately afterward. I'm such a weakling that my hand trembled.
"this embrace invokes a balance
the two stories have come one."