I had a series of dreams a while back where giant pears cropped up everywhere dotting the hills and plains. From a distance they looked like small, golden trees. There was always one raven in the dreams, as though he were the keeper of my dreamscapes and these golden pears were his gift.
Here on this desolate winter plain, Raven holds tight to the magic of this gift. Keeping watchful and looking skyward towards the falling snow, Raven is thankful for this moment.
acrylic, Prismacolor pencils, rubber stamp trees on bristol board.
For Illustration Friday promt: plain (from my archives)
Be sure to check out my entry for this word in my Moleskine!