Mom Earth

Nevaeh R.

traditional sketch and digital finish

  • I buried Syd beneath a chinese elm. Two weeks later I went back- only to find the tree had fallen over, I looked into the half broken stump; and within it was the flower lay my mother wore within her coffin.

  • Creativity is the material, chemical make up, and soul of my entire life. I hope for the world to be joyfully scarred by the stories I offer it.

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