(Click to full-view, I think it looks better that way)
At the top of the mountain there was a hole, and it was black as the unlit sky.
The Little One squinted down into its depths but it was no use. That gaping maw devoured the sun’s light like something starved, leaving no morsel untaken. The child sighed. They disliked this very much. But there was nowhere else to go, and climbing back down the mountain was out of the question, as far as they were concerned.
The hole was not very wide, and sitting on the brim they could get a handhold on either side of it. That was good, at least. As they tightened their hold on the rock they kicked their feet idly through the shadow, as if it were a pool and they were about to dive. Then they scooted in, and were swallowed up.
I’ve been thinking I might just start posting my art here again. Now that I’m actually actively using all three of my blogs, it’s getting harder to keep myself divided between them, haha. Like idk, I feel weird clogging up my art blog with replies to people, but I really like talking to people…
I don’t know if this really affects my followers here at all, but, hey! Keepin’ you guys in the loop.
The results of a project for Painting I! The prompt was just generally about the self, so I painted myself visiting myself in certain memories from adolescence. The ages of about eleven to fourteen are tumultuous and awkward for pretty much everyone, but man, I’m kinda proud of that kid for all the crap she got through. If weird-little-tween-me could see me now, she’d be starstruck. And that’s a good feeling!