My vision of the Little Red riding hood

when i was a child, my mother read me a book : The little red riding hood.

The next day, i threw it out of the windows.  (5 yo, and already dangerous ) 

I loved so much the wolves that I couldn't accept the fact the wolf was the bad guy of the story.

So,  I closed my eyes, and I created my own story :

A big big wolf, snow white and shining like the moon, who was the strong guardian of the little red riding hood. In the deep forest, when night fell, the plants were illuminated and, sometimes, beetween the trees, you could almost see The Ghosts, the damned souls of the forest.

And the grandmother?.....well, she was the evil witch.  


ps: yipiii, my tablet is back, yipiiii!

stocks :
 Little red
Wolf
Forest
mushrooms
lantern
path
sign

all the rest was painting with a tablet.