In my dream, Raven walks like a man.My friend Cuervo, who grew up in Columbia, warned me, "If you see a really big raven, I mean, one that is big like a dog, it's a spirit or a brujo, and not a good one."
Raven lopes towards me, beak wide open and pink inside, so I know he's young, but I don't know what he wants, so I wake up.
I draw every feather and shadow of him until he walks off the page to tell me why he is here.
Raven just flew by my window. I can see everything through the wall of glass, the light so beautiful I can breathe.
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spectacular.
I LOVE him! He has so much personality! I DO feel like he could walk off the page and talk to me.
Your drawings are indeed very beautiful. I grew up in the Mojave desert. The Ravens were very large beings there. I loved listening to them talk to each other. They are very powerful beings for sure.
Without a doubt, your bethness comes through loud and clear. If a picture is worth a thousand words, your narrative is like a thousand pictures.
A wonderful drawing! Great detail and expression.
These are amazing; especially enlarged to show the detail.
That's some fantastic detail. I love his stance and expression and your prose.
Love your raven series. I sometimes find it difficult to stay with one drawing topic too long, so I applaud you on your efforts.
Impressive.
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