A little bit of nostalgia. I realized I don't draw my character Albion whole a lot and was around about 10 or 11 years now. He went trough huge development but still, it's some part of my old self.

I should be drawing other pictures but I had a weak moment and I sketched this, got brave and inked and colored whole thing in just.. few hours. That is very unusual for me :D Some mistakes had to occur but still I am feeling quite good about the result. Especially because copic markers aren't my best friends and still pretty new medium.

Every time I feel very down... I see myself flying away. I like to look down from cliffs and feel the air flowing. I wish I could be like "him" and fly away from everything I know. Right now, with chaotic hopes, dreams about real home, angels. Because there is bright sunrise after every storm, there is Sun behind every cloud.