Happy old man with a white beard sitting beneath a ginkgo tree, autumn forest, delicate, expressive watercolour techniques of Carne Griffiths, ethereal, cinematic stylization, surrounded by splashy white space, inner peace
ugly, tiling, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, extra limbs, disfigured, deformed, body out of frame, blurry, bad anatomy, blurred, watermark, grainy, signature, cut off, draft
He sits beneath the turning leaves, the air filled with the hush of endings that are not sad. His coat, worn and warm, carries the scent of many seasons : rain, earth, a touch of smoke. The beard, white as the first frost, glows softly in the golden air. There is no weight in his gaze, only distance, the kind that comes when one has seen enough to forgive everything. I love how the watercolor holds him gently, each wash of color like breath returning to memory. Around him, autumn seems to lean closer, not to take but to listen. In his stillness lies a quiet truth : that time, when accepted, becomes a friend. Have a very nice day, @Gokiburi !