My brother was a dreamer, back when we were young he had this dream to build a submarine made of wood and a helicopter made of wood as well, he also wanted to build a jet pack also made of wood, because it was the only available material lying around.
I am the eldest of us three by the way, and i would just laugh at his crazy ideas, "a submarine made of wood? how will it submerge if it's made of wood?" I'd ask my self. Then one day i saw him gather up pieces of wood and started forming some sort of propeller, nailing them altogether, you could see in his face how serious he was. i just watched.
Even though he ran out of wood, he was still determined to build a propeller-type flight pack, he wanted to fly.
My brother and I used to be inseparable, he looked up to me, he would go where i would go, we were like brothers.
But came a time we became distant to each other, my so called friends did not want my brother tagging along, so i did something I regretted for the rest of my life, it as my own fault why as we grew up we became distant. I chose other people rather than family. Now that we're all grown up, I'm trying to pick up the pieces, trying to catch up, trying to build something i totally neglected.
We're somewhat okay now, but still, if i had not chosen others our bond would have been a lot better, i am happy for what i have, yet i regret causing him that pain, because of me the dreamer in him faded. This is the story behind this piece. I created a world where my brother and his dreams met.
This is my vision.
I made this as a testament to my brother, for my love for my brothers and for the rest of my family and to those who stuck with me even though i screwed up a lot of times.
Thank you for your time and for viewing.
This is my entry for "Wacom: Bring Your Dreams To Life" contest, please fave this if you think this deserves it, faving starts the count on Dec 16, that's what the rules say.
Again many thanks!