Hey guys, my apologies for the absence. Here’s what’s been happening!
My Mum got married, and we moved from the house we lived in for 11 years. I was at my grandparents’ for six months, then shifted another three times. I’ve been back living with my parents since July. My drawing tablet is trashed, I have very little inspiration to write, and music has been impossible to set up for the past couple of weeks – there’s simply no space. On the upside, where I am now has an internet connection and I know I’ll be able to get a job – we won’t have to move again so soon – I hope!!
As a token of my appreciation for your patience, have a picture I painstakingly drew using the touchpad of my laptop, of a lion eating somebody’s arm.
Until next time! :)
I’m woken abruptly, blinking in the lightless room, uncurling myself from the corner sofa where I crashed out. Terrible noises. Coming from the floor below. Possibly a few floors below. The high shrieks shoot their way into my head, bringing me physical pain, and I cover my ears – a futile gesture against the permeating anguish. It strikes into me fear without reason. I want it to stop. I want it to stop.
When the screaming stops, the black dead silence seems like the worst thing in the world.
(How’s that for a bit of depressing flash fiction before bed ;) Goodnight all! ~Ri)
A test painting in gimp. Katya is from my November novel. The two in white behind her are Two and Fifteen.
This took me all day to draw. Not as finished as it could be but I’m proud of myself lol ;)
This was done much more roughly than most of my recent pictures – no draft layers and no zoom (hence less accuracy) but I was testing unfamiliar things like completely black shadows and twisty hair. It’s of a girl called Eden Grange who is a side character in the long, convoluted idea of a story that keeps growing exponentially inside my head. She’s named after a couple of roads I found on a map. (I’m so creative)
Hope everyone is having a good week, and holidays if you get them :)
Risazhi, Elsa and Ilre. :)
Elsa is too curious for her own good but skilled at avoiding trouble. She and her elder brother live with a widowed woman from across the border. They don’t have a lot of money. Elsa is nine years old and likes making clothes and stealing apples (hasn’t been caught yet).