Just a bit of a fantasy sketch inspired by the work of a friend.
This Centauro I made as a first drawing for my moleskine notebook. Also in here I tryed those new metallic pens.
lost in the forest one night just short of the full moon, one might see unicorns … or at least dream them.
On a certain night of the full moon, a young unmarried woman may go out to the standing stones, light a bonfire and do a dance in sacrifice to the Stones, to pray for a good husband. It is said that then sometimes, the stones come to life… However, the women who have done the dance have kept resolutely silent about what EXACTLY it is that happens on those magic nights.
Remember me? I am the one whom you despised.
I bore your child – that son who gave this deadly wound -
but was not good enough to be your wife.
Now you are here with me again,
and resting once more in my lap.
The pain gets worse til it subsides –
Look! Yonder are the apple trees of Avalon.
Ancient Avalonian balad