"Myths are public dreams."
~ Joseph Campbell
~ Joseph Campbell
After a winter so cold it froze words in midair, Paul Bunyan found a calf wandering through the snow, its coat turned blue by the frost.
Babe never left his side after that.
Together, they flattened forests, carved out lakes, and dragged mountains into place.
Some say if you hear a rumble on a winter morning, it’s just Babe, still wandering through the cold.
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This design uses Isopresso's bull form, modified ever so slightly to try and match a different image that was shared. My intention was simply to build something "not-brown" because my browns are still a mess trying to figure themselves out.
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