This project was created in collaboration with my dad. As his hobby he likes to write about his life situations to reflect or just to get a nostalgia. From my part I was creating the illustrations and later this webpage to collect all works and their processes. In each drawing there are small details which you might not notice from first view but for sure each can have its own meaning for you and your life events.
The knights of the bookcase gathered around the fire and fed the flames with their stories. Sparks of wit flew high, and cheerful comrades smiled at each other in anticipation of an unexpected MIRACLE! There were many miracles, the night was long, beautiful!
The hedgehog Seryozha loved the fog. The fog became mist. For what all of this? - thought the hedgehog and left.
Happy Dzyga. The girl Dzyga sometimes liked to spin to make a word. Sometimes it turned out to be a dance, sometimes a pantomime. But always happiness.
They sat and talked, about the girl, about the Talker, about the Gray Mice. And only the Knight told about heat and cold.
This time, elves, foresters, knights, fairies, and cheerful whatish came to the striped house to discuss why there are so many surprises in the forest. Pink dreams mixed with blue realities and green discussions. Everything seemed intriguing and mysterious. The forest froze in anticipation.
Once upon a time, there was a Crested Ibis. Once he met a frog snake. He looked at it and ate it. That's it.
Scrooge McDuck loved his nephews. But he loved money and all kinds of cups more. He didn't even want to give up a cup from his feet He played monopoly and Go. He lost in Go. But there was money anyway.
Elephant Peter served in the theater. He opened the courtyard, smiled at visitors and loved to sing. On his last day, he let the actors into the theater and went backstage. A wonderful song flowed like a night carpet of eternity...
The meeting between the elf and the trolls was initially tense. - Why did you come to our elf kingdom? The elves were scared, the work stopped. - We wanted to help, it's so hard for you to build a dam, - the trolls answered. The tension subsided, it became easier, an invisible wave of magical ether spread through space.
Cryer and Laugher ran each about their own business. Metamorphoses happened when they met. Cryer became Laugher, and Laugher became Whatish. Oh well, Cryer is cheerful again, - said Laugher