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1 of 7 paintings
Mediums used: water color and sumi ink, whiteout pen.
Done as a series for my bestfriend (who now has the originals)
Was gonna put them in normal deviation, but the photo's I took of them aren't as good as a scan, so I had to put them in here, but still wanted to show them, not my best works, but for on the fly less then 5 minutes each I think they came out allright, and have an interesting and different look and interperation.
Destiny is the oldest of the Endless; in the Beginning was the Word, and it was traced by hand on the first page of his book, before ever it was spoken aloud. Destiny is also the tallest of the Endless, to mortal eyes. There are some who believe him to be blind; whilst others, perhaps with more reason, claim that he has travelled far beyond blindness, that indeed, he can do nothing but see: that he sees the fine traceries the galaxies make as they spiral through the void that he watches the intricate patterns living things make on their journey through time. Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of night. He leaves no footprints. He casts no shadow.

Description
1 of 7 paintings
Mediums used: water color and sumi ink, whiteout pen.
Done as a series for my bestfriend (who now has the originals)
Was gonna put them in normal deviation, but the photo's I took of them aren't as good as a scan, so I had to put them in here, but still wanted to show them, not my best works, but for on the fly less then 5 minutes each I think they came out allright, and have an interesting and different look and interperation.
Destiny is the oldest of the Endless; in the Beginning was the Word, and it was traced by hand on the first page of his book, before ever it was spoken aloud. Destiny is also the tallest of the Endless, to mortal eyes. There are some who believe him to be blind; whilst others, perhaps with more reason, claim that he has travelled far beyond blindness, that indeed, he can do nothing but see: that he sees the fine traceries the galaxies make as they spiral through the void that he watches the intricate patterns living things make on their journey through time. Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of night. He leaves no footprints. He casts no shadow.