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[oliverlevang]

Bleak

The lands here are bleak and naked.  The lands here are robbed of trees and life. Nothing grows here but death. Our skin is black with mud and dust, and our hopes wither with the dry grass under our feet. The water is dirty and taste of stone and sand.  It crunches between our teeth,  and the meat we can find is  like chewing on leather.  I wonder who he is. How did he get his scars?  From where did he get his bottles,  filled with colors I though I would never see again. How did he get his cold look,  his eyes filled with shame and regret? I wonder. Who is he? No, I wonder, who was he then? 

Art and text by J.Levang

[oliverlevang]

In the first year of the illustration course we made an illustrated book based on one of the stories we got handed out. I picked "Three floors up" by Anon and these are the three finished artworks I did for it(If you are curious about the story, you can google the title and you'll find it pretty easily). 

It was a very challenging project, and there is probably a lot of things I would do differently now in the process, but I still like these three illustrations. 

Done in January 2012 (C) Levang