Ali liked to play conkers. He used to pickle the huge seeds that fell from the old chestnut tree about half a mile from his home. No one could beat him. At night he would keep the winners under his bed.
He dreamt of catching the leaves falling from the old chestnut tree. Each leaf was a key to another mystical journey encoutering strange and wonderful images. Every morning he awoke to discover a facinating new drawing on a scrap piece of paper under his bed. Wondering who had drawn them, Ali's confusion grew along with his collection of mysterious drawings. Little did he know that, while he slept, it was he who was the artist of his own dreams.
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Feel free to rummage through the leaves to get a peek at some current design work.
email info@designleaf.co.uk
He dreamt of catching the leaves falling from the old chestnut tree. Each leaf was a key to another mystical journey encoutering strange and wonderful images. Every morning he awoke to discover a facinating new drawing on a scrap piece of paper under his bed. Wondering who had drawn them, Ali's confusion grew along with his collection of mysterious drawings. Little did he know that, while he slept, it was he who was the artist of his own dreams.
Feel free to rummage through the leaves to get a peek at some current design work.
email info@designleaf.co.uk