āWanderā - The young prince traversed through the mists of the dark woods. He had sworn that he heard cries of dismay from a maiden before he entered, but now there was only thick, suffocating fog. And maybe he had passed these trees before?
I loved creating this illustration last year. Iāve been heavily influenced by the ink illustrations of fairytale books of the past and was looking to emulate the same delicate, whimsy with this illustration.






