Little Red Riding Hood my way




One day, while in the middle of something else, this image of Little Red Riding Hood formed in mind and I felt compelled to sketch it on the spot.
The theme, the characters and the story itself have been revisited many times but I still have to justify the presence of this drawing among stories that are, instead, entirely original.
My interpretation of this story will therefore focus on what happens when Little Red Riding Hood leaves her mother’s house..

It’s snowing outside and it’s getting dark. As soon as Little Red Riding Hood is out of her mother’s sight, she softly whistles.
She is calling Wolf, her best friend. Wolf is able to hear her whistling from miles away. She is able to recognise his glowing, yellow eyes piercing the dark from a distance.
She brings him food, looks after him and he protects her in their mysterious wandering.
Little Red Riding Hood is in haste to deliver the basket she is carrying for her grandmother.
She hopes her grandmother won’t keep her too long because Wolf and her need to reach the silver birch forest borders at dusk. Around that time in fact, a strange, silent carriage stops at the entrance of the forest letting off a child. The child then walks into the wood to never reappear.
Little Red Riding Hood’s visits to her grandmother are the best pretext to get out of the house and witness this recurring happening.
Wolf always growls when the carriage appears. Nobody seems to drive it and no one, with the exception of the child inside of it, seems to be there. Once the child gets off, it silently restarts its motion and disappears in the snow.
What’s in the forest? And who’s in the forest? A pair of eyes shines in that darkness and they don’t seem to belong to an animal..













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