pen + ink on paper
11x15.5cm
I found an old – mostly unused – notebook the other day, and a quick scalpel trim down one side left me with a neat stash of uniformly sized paper.
I’ve been filling them in with drawings in between working on the final leg of an illustration commission (thirty-one down, around fourteen to go!), as a bit of a brain-break.
...to determine whether the lifeforms were gargantuan, or the terrain rather small.
...but they never bothered looking for them, as they believed in the theory that things will come home when they want to return.
Tisms - a geological ailment: cataclysms on a minor scale, often as slight tremors in a mountain causing an unnoticed avalanche, where the quiet vibrations underground result in an insignigicant shifting of superficial snow.
Generally an affliction of mountains of a nervous disposition.
eg. "What was that?" says one mountaineer to another, after feeling quiverings underfoot.
"Oh, the mountain just has tisms, is all."
Someone once told him that everything in existence began from one tiny sphere suspended in space.