15 Jun 2011

Rolling and rolling the waves would carve beautiful trinkets and gems of the sea,
 In jealousy we wondered Poseidon's garden to be carved ourselves changed forever in the endless oceans,
Flashes of lightening and peals of thunder followed one after the other,
Ripping winds gathered shreds of rain whipping them against the backs of shells,
How such soft water in gargantuan measure could tread so hard on our frail bodies 


1 comment:

  1. Wow, this one is brilliant, I really love the architecture, great use of black on the left hand side. Have you seen the painting 'the tower of babel' by Pieter Breughal? It kind've reminds me of it's style, what were you thinking about when you drew this?