Where outsiders are inside
(art : Charles Burns)
This land held stories,
old stories passed down through the generations,
their meanings are wrinkled on the pages, their lines are furrowed,
the paths they have walked are like great welts in the earth.
A mist settles in over the old world, a grey blanket that soothes until dawn.
Birthday present for my flatmate Mark. #skull #eagle #art #illustration #pencil
A long low whistle echoes across the countryside.
It resonates down the jade green valley, slipping through the branches of trees, making the dust on the ground tremble.
The whistle is a whitehawk, a night-siren, her calls are midnight’s calling card, and with them dreams and nightmares bound into the realm.