Shamsiel In The Roots
Drawing - Pen And Ink, Markers, Color Pencils
This is one of 195 illustrations from the first book of the adventure/fantasy series titled "The Vine Of Hours". I am the author illustrator. Shamsiel is bent over as he walks along the dirt floor in the darkness. He stays as close to the wall as he can to not lose his way. But still he bumps into things, usually especially thick roots as he moves along. It is so congested here with vines it is difficult to move freely, perhaps impossible. He comes to a turn he knows from previous visits will lead him to the area he has come here to visit. He exhales deeply, and stops. The place he is walking in is damp, dark, cool and smells strongly of the earth, which is in fact where he is, a hundred meters below the surface of the planet.The cavern he is in is extremely long, amazingly wide and very low. At least it seems quite low, though perhaps it is really not. The height of this cavern is actually forty feet from floor to ceiling. It just feels the way it does because it is so conjested. Every square inch of it seemingly is packed with tens of millions of roots of all sizes. They hang down like an enormous upside down forest. It is very dense in here. It makes a being who stands well over seven feet tall rather claustaphobic, especially when he has four heads and four enormous wings. Everything seems to grab and snag at you when you try to move. It is torture. Not much clear space here at all. It is difficult to find stable footing because most of the roots have continued growing right into the floor of the cavern and below it, leaving no place to put one's foot. It feels as if one is trying to walk through the insanely out of control, complexly strung strings of an enormous harp. Shamsiel hates it here, but it is important he meet with the one he has come for, the head gardener of this ancient root forest, the Little Father.
August 1st, 2011
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