Sometimes we just wait like a chicken in a shell. We just don't know why we do that. But we wait, as if happiness would come to us without any effort. And we wait and wait. We think, in that shell, and we wonder when we could eventually pierce this sort of shield. Because it's a necessity to break that shell to reach happiness. But we can't. It's too frightening.
Maybe waiting, the path that lead to our dream, is the real thing. And waiting, growing, is what matters. I should have draw a flower, because when we grow old and have more and more the hability to understand what's around us, it's like the blossoming of a flower. But the fact that the shell is like prison, the fact that we muste destroy something, it's important.
I just wrote that little though there. It's not very important, but I wanted to write the reflexion that hide behind the drawing somewhere. I'm not english so, have mercy for my strange langage.
Traditionnal art, coloration with pencil. I took about 1h30 to do that
I'm sorry, the quality is really bad. I think my scanner don't like the light colorations !