9×12″ charcoal and pastels on paper
July 18, 2012
Inspired by the following passage from The Golden Key by George MacDonald:
As evening drew on, the shadows fell deeper and rose higher. At length they reached a place where they rose above their heads, and made all dark around them. Then they took hold of each other’s hand, and walked on in silence and in some dismay. They felt the gathering darkness, and something strangely solemn besides, and the beauty of the shadows ceased to delight them.