Someone once said “A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit.”
But impatient old men grew trees of a different breed. Instead of planting seeds, they built chimneys to sprout trunks of smoke that branched and canopied the sky. They stole sun from the leaves and breaths from the lungs. The shade of which only children will die in.
It’s been unusually cold in my part of California. Feels like autumn, makes me want to draw cozy things~
Part of my tiny house series You can get HD files, process videos, and even PSD files of my new paintings on Patreon.com/yuumei