His rythmical ticking sounds through the forrest. You search for the source, for that beautiful woodpecker that is hard at work on this peaceful day. And then, there it is! You come closer, determined to get a good view, and maybe even a good picture. Closer you come, closer yet, hoping it doesn't fly away. But you are clumsy, and you trip. The ticking stops. You look up. You've disturbed it. And now you are wishing it had flown away.
Details
Alcohol markers and coloured pencil on drawing paper
20cm x 30cm
€ 65 (ex. shipping)
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