Never have they felt so cold as the wind blows through the open doorway. Their hearts race as a nervous energy builds with each step. Outside the snow falls gently on this new land. What kind of future is out there?
9x12, inkwash on bristol paper.
Never have they felt so cold as the wind blows through the open doorway. Their hearts race as a nervous energy builds with each step. Outside the snow falls gently on this new land. What kind of future is out there?
9x12, inkwash on bristol paper.