Sometimes in my dreams I visit places that feel strangely familiar. I go there every once in a while, as if to not forget about those places. The stiltvillage in the swamp is one of these places. When I go here, it's often night already. The people put little lights around their houses and together with the festive flags, the village looks amazing and like something out of a fairy tale. In the air is the smell of water and wet wood, but also of flowers that bloom in the night. The water isn't really safe, because of giant fish that don't mind the taste of human flesh. But apart from them, the place is almost heavenly with it's clean air, lovely smells, bright water and warm temperatures.
For this drawing I used Photoshop CS4 and my Bamboo tablet.
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