The Black Tree-
You'll have to forgive me, storytelling is not one of my skills...
So I have this recurring dream, that I am much younger and surrounded by friends. For some reason or another my friends and I are drawn to a tree that stands alone on a hilltop, at the end of a broken fence. The tree hums with an ominous chime, no birds nest within it’s branches. The tree remains perfectly still, even against the wind and churning storm clouds. In contradiction to its black, dead exterior the tree bares vibrant fruit. Without hesitation, my friends begin to climb the tree and pluck the fruit from it's twisted branches; I remain still watching from the hillside. The hum begins to amplify and oscillate, causing us to clasp our ears in agony. Without warning, the branches lash violently around the necks and chests of the children rendering them unable to move, pulled slowly within the tree itself or hanging motionless from the vines. I call for help, only for my voice to be suppressed by the throbbing hum of the tree.
Drawn on Ipad (Procreate) using JaJa pressure sensitive stylus.
Limbo style drawing, found it fitting given the nature of the dream.
Promise I'm not crazy lol.