“We are naught but bones and dreams, Childe.” His voice came like the shifting of gravel within the earth, old trees crackling in the depths of a forest, a timeworn call from deep within his chest. Eyes stained with moss, blind to what was before him, seeing all that had come before. In the distance, the forest echoed with a rattling of hollow remains in the wandering breeze.
Pencil, graphite powder, gouache
Hi 🌟 !
I'm Coliandre, a belgian artist and illustrator living in France.
I paint Fantasy and Faery stuff.
I've worked on many fields: comics books (Alice in wonderland, Soufflevent), children books, boardgames (like Mysterium, Dixit, Abyss), novel covers.
I also have my little worlds, such as "The Little Witches" or the "Dracofungus".
I make stylized illustrations. most of the illustrations are set in the forest.
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