The Souls of Trees

"Whenever he felled one of the mighty sentinels of the woods, a tiny spirit rose from the freshly hewn pedestal rooted to the grown, staring at him in an expression of gratitude or contempt; he could not tell..."

Another one of my ink drawing pieces for the series I've been working on. These have been so fun to do. This one in particular was a joy as I didn't have the subject matter in my head beforehand but let it develop through rapid-fire sketching. This felt so freeing, especially in contrast to my many other projects that require careful planning beforehand. I hope to do many more of these!