Roots

I decided to help save the rainforest and left to spend months camping out with the forest savers, blockading and searching for endangered wildlife.
Of course, what we were saving as much as anything was our souls, our selves, our own wild spirits. Conventions dissolved beneath the forest canopy. I recommend it.
This is a watercolour pencil work.

Rousing if not actually arousing.
Of course, saving yourself can mean many things - especially when a long night (see Roots) means you're not awake on watch at dawn when the loggers (or their brothers) arrive...
The loggers have their own ways of taking advantage of any situation. They are, after all, Earth rapists. On this occasion I decided to try to escape rather than risk enjoying a potentially lethal situation. It didn't work.
This is a watercolour pencil work.