Posts Tagged: illustration

06.02

    Julia took Gaia to the Atlantic Station of the FishTrain. On the ceiling of the Main Hall there was a turquoise mosaic map of Helobiae. Gaia and Julia  stretched on the marble floor, their heads resting on their

06.02

    Julia took Gaia to the Atlantic Station of the FishTrain. On the ceiling of the Main Hall there was a turquoise mosaic map of Helobiae. Gaia and Julia  stretched on the marble floor, their heads resting on their

05.97

  A pair of windows looked at Julia and Gaia with benign eyes.

05.97

  A pair of windows looked at Julia and Gaia with benign eyes.

05.94

  In the morning early hours, the sun shone through the buildings.

05.94

  In the morning early hours, the sun shone through the buildings.

05.88

  Helobiae FishTrain sign shone above Fiore Island Station.

05.88

  Helobiae FishTrain sign shone above Fiore Island Station.

05.82

  Hart Castle kept its treasures hidden under a hundred roofs.    

05.82

  Hart Castle kept its treasures hidden under a hundred roofs.    

05.68

  Buildings on the riverfront shone with lights.    

05.68

  Buildings on the riverfront shone with lights.    

05.64

  Crossing the Iron Bridge, Julia half-closed her eyes. Silhouettes replaced details.

05.64

  Crossing the Iron Bridge, Julia half-closed her eyes. Silhouettes replaced details.

05.59

  A bee landed on the girls’ table. Julia got very close to it to get a very good look.     

05.59

  A bee landed on the girls’ table. Julia got very close to it to get a very good look.     

05.46

  Kristen wrote music by hand, words with a typewriter, corrected by hand and typed again. This is why the music sounds soft and the words hard, Gaia said.

05.46

  Kristen wrote music by hand, words with a typewriter, corrected by hand and typed again. This is why the music sounds soft and the words hard, Gaia said.

05.29

  On Intistieti Island the winemaker’s house was round, its windows round, the logs round, the shadow of a tree spiky.    

05.29

  On Intistieti Island the winemaker’s house was round, its windows round, the logs round, the shadow of a tree spiky.