To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.Thomas Campbell
Wolf pencil sketch. Completed in an hour, using a reference.
“And in the end, we were all just humans… Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”F. Scott Fitzgerald
All the things he wanted to say but couldn’t. All the things he should have said but can’t anymore. Times change. People move on. And he is left wondering what to do with the things that will always remain in his head. So he wrote it all on a long piece of parchment and threw it as far as he could out in the ocean. Wishing… Hoping… that this physical act will have some positive impact on his state of mind, as he read it would. The one thing he vowed to himself that day – Never wait for the right time. There is never a right time to say something when it comes to matters of the heart.
A not so quick pencil sketch. The texture of the ultra cheap copier paper and the dark pencil meant, had to rely on the eraser a bit too much. However, I have to admit, I like the texture. Used a tissue paper for blending the shading. The message (the paper inside the bottle) was actually an afterthought.
And just for the record – The top para is fictional but based on the experiences of the people I have had the pleasure of knowing. Just something to go along with the sketch.
This one’s for you, dude. You will always be family. In your own words – “We are like the mafia. Once you are in, there is no way out”