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“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”
― Peter Pan
I started this drawing on Thursday, I redid the face a few times and eventually settled on an expression that I believe “suited” the fantasy-lady.
Thanks for stopping by to have a look.
May you have a great Monday.
“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”
― Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
As per the date I sketched this “quickdoodle” in 2017 during an “Audioslave” Phase.
I resurrected my “Audioslave Playlist” earlier this morning.
R.I.P. Chris Cornell (1964-2017).
Your voice will always resonate in my consciousness.
And on my deathbed I will pray to the gods and the angels,
Like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven;
To a place I recall, I was there so long ago.
The sky was bruised, the wine was bled, and there you led me on.
In your house I long to be;
Room by room, patiently,
I’ll wait for you there like a stone.
I’ll wait for you there alone, alone.
(Like a stone – Audioslave)
Spring turns so quickly to summer
Summer so quickly to fall
It seemed far away, or it was yesterday
When time didn’t matter at all
And then you met your winter
While dancing with her daughters
Till tired and cold
Were much wiser than bold
You wait for tomorrow to call
(Waiing for a saviour – Metal Church)
-Saturday Archive:
Every time I look at old drawings I inadvertently go back to what I was doing back then, other than drawing of course.
Time flies, even when you’re not having fun.
2016 was a prelude to one of the worst years in my life.
It’s a good thing we can’t see the future.
What was your 2016 like?
This was a commission of sorts, for a friend.
On a technical level I’m still happy with this effort.
Some of my drawings age terribly, perhaps all of them do?
But I’m still “ok” with this one’s execution.
Have a great Saturday!
TLR
