This is a bit of my darker art. Every child dreams of their toys coming to life in the dark or when they are not watching. This is the dark demon that rises from the lovely pink teddy sitting in the chair.
Grandma sits in her vintage wheelchair gazing off with nothing to hold but her doll and her memories. She is alone as always and the world spins on without her. Her family is too busy with their own lives to spend any moments with her. She lives on in her mind drifting with her memories as a tear slides down her cheek.
This is a very unique complete set of goblins sitting around a table playing poker. There is no cheating here. (wink wink) This is their regular Friday night hangout. They get together and play with whatever they have pilfered that week.
Camelia has lived many lives and has graced us with a multitude of stories where she did some of her mischiefs. She holds her poison apple ready to give the spell. In the crook of her arm hangs a basket of goodies that she has harvested from her stroll through the woods in her sister’s red shoes.
I am sure Troll has a name, but cannot talk and tell us what it is. Everyone just calls him Troll. Perhaps someone can love him someday and give him a name. He guards the bridge at the crossroads between the lands of goblins and elves. Troll loves children and would never eat one. He even went to visit the babe that the Prince and princess had.