Well, my style changed over the years - and at the moment I love to draw abstract But of course, Whisper "changed" too - or should I say, there are many aspects I discovered over the years - he doesn't reveal his secrets so easily. He is more than a "character" to me. He lives. That may sound strange, but it's the truth. I have no control over him.
He's a fox. He's something else. The darkness in the backstreets, soot and dust and ash, a sad, lost memory.
He grow up And looks (for me, of course) like he becoming more "closed" with this changes. As king Solomon said, "In much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow".
It's all sooo interesting! And I understand you, I know that feel, when you meet (I can't call it "creation", it's a meeting) an character, an person. And he lives near you for years. An we can only watch to this silent unstoppable Evolution, day by day. In every story they tell, every picture they inspire, every melody they whisper to us. Maybe they all just coming from the some Other Side. Whispering harbingers.
Once at a wedding, I found a fox-fur stole - not mine, for I would never buy such a thing - and wore it. The stole had a clip at the mouth and was very soft and warm on that cold night. But then I recalled The Starer and felt something sinister in the pit of my stomach, so I returned it.
Meine Highlights diesmal: - das strubbelige rote Fell vom Starrenden (erste Assoziation: Rote Christbaumgirlande - der geniale Mundwinkel vom Starrenden - das angespannte (von hier gesehen) linke Auge von Whisper