I have recurring dreams where I can fly. I guess it’s more like floating. Problem is, I can never get down. I’m also always flying alone. I think if I could actually fly, I’d like it if there were others with me. Seems the sky, as beautiful as it is, could get very big and lonely. Maybe that would be nice sometimes… But not all the time.
–Art Notes —
Drawn for the inktober prompt “armadillo” along with affinitober’s prompt “fort”. Lucky an armadillo is basically a walking fortress of its own so didn’t have to try too hard with this one Experimenting a bit with a little different color combo. Hope you like it!