When we were young our bodies did not scream with internal fire. Our breath was not smoke. Our legs were of muscle not steel and cogs. And our lives were believed real.
Oh goodness this is old...about two years old (probably almost exactly) One of my first attempts at oil pastel. I remember this being extremely fun to draw. It is a portrait of a young Raphullini who lives in the tabaco coloured world that I draw. This was him only as he begin to decay and before he became partially made of mechanics. Not a lot is known about him other than he is not one to hang heads with and some say he has an association of some sort with Miz Windmill and is likely a kind of guardian of the ancient windmills that turn the world (none of you likely know what I am carrying on about so I will shut up and get out of my head now.)
Time: ??? 10 - 20 hours? It was so long ago but I recall it taking a bit.
Tools: 0.5 mm mech pencil, oil pastel, mineral oil
Reference: The overall piece was referenced from a picture of my old horse and the skull was referenced from various equine skull photos
This drawing is blood marked and copyright Aria Keehn 2009-2011 ShePaintsWithBlood (me) Thank you for looking!!