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"It was the epoch of the masters of levitation. Some evenings we saw solitary men and women floating above the dark treetops. Could they have been sleeping or thinking? They made no attempt to navigate. The wind nudged them ever so slightly. we were afraid to speak, to breathe. Even the night-birds were quiet. Later, we'd mention the little book clasped in the hands of a young woman, and the way that old man lost his hat to the cypresses.
In the morning there were not even clouds in the sky. We saw a few crows preen themselves at the edge of the road; the shirts raised their empty sleeves on the blind woman's clothes lines."
*poem by Charles Simic

class assignment, we had to do a book illustration for these very short stories ^_^

this is 98% pencil rendering with a touch of color, sooooooo yea. i guess its more traditional than digital?

Description
"It was the epoch of the masters of levitation. Some evenings we saw solitary men and women floating above the dark treetops. Could they have been sleeping or thinking? They made no attempt to navigate. The wind nudged them ever so slightly. we were afraid to speak, to breathe. Even the night-birds were quiet. Later, we'd mention the little book clasped in the hands of a young woman, and the way that old man lost his hat to the cypresses.
In the morning there were not even clouds in the sky. We saw a few crows preen themselves at the edge of the road; the shirts raised their empty sleeves on the blind woman's clothes lines."
*poem by Charles Simic

class assignment, we had to do a book illustration for these very short stories ^_^

this is 98% pencil rendering with a touch of color, sooooooo yea. i guess its more traditional than digital?