I’m Lost In Thought

Practice and more practice.

Bryce Canyon

The idea is a being resides up in the clouds, waking up and starting up a storm. The being comes from a fantasy like setting, where two moons are present.

Nature, spirits, aliens and just drawing what comes to mind that day. From those thoughts came this.

A creature that lurks in the deepest, darkest swamps. Comes from the unknown and plants itself in the murky waters. The roots extend out into the depths of the swamps, taking the life of whatever was unfortunate to cross its path by pulling them underneath the water and drowning them. Then uses the nutrients the water/ground to live. Once the nutrients run out, it dies after releasing a floating seedling. It tricks people/creatures with it human-like structure and glowing lights. The only way to destroy it is to sneak up on it and strike it from behind.

Lost Spirit in pink and browns