My Drawings

(James Barbour)  

Dedicated to Charlene 

"On the hill-top above me sat the rising moon; pale yet as a cloud, but brightening momently.
(...)
I remembered certain of Bessie's Gytrash; which, in the form of horse, mule, or large dog, haunted solitary ways, and sometimes came upon belated travellers, as this horse was now coming upon me.
(...) 
Close down by the hazel stems glided a great dog, (...) the horse fallowed, - a tall steed, and on its back a rider. The man, the human being, broke the spell at once."

(Charlotte Bronte: Jane Eyre) 

That's how I made it step by step: