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This is Shadik, the older sister of Litsia [link] . She's a character in my AugNo, and currently the narrator, after I switched from her sister's point of view to hers.
Now, I drew a silhouette of her and I was going to color the inside black and focus more on the colors of the background, but I decided not to. These are the colors that come to mind when I think of Shadik; notice the recurring ones, especially yellow, purple/blue, and dark green. Coincidentally (or not!) these are the colors that the consonant sounds of her name (Sh, D, K) are to me, respectively. They fit with her personality too. The dark red-black "scar" in her chest...? Well, I think Shadik dies young, and that represents that fact, and also that her death is somehow 'inside' her even though she's not dying, per se.... I don't know whether she dies of a disease, or if she's murdered. If she is murdered, I know exactly who does it, and I'm not telling. Tell me what you think, please! (Colored in crayon, about half an hour. The sketch and inking took about twenty minutes, more or less.) |
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August 10, 2007
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But anyway, this is really pretty. I love all the colors and the patterns and such. A very good idea.
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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
~George Elliot
But it does sort of go with her personality, in a way. Well, to me it does
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Und meine Seele spannte
Weit ihre Flügel aus,
Flog durch die stillen Lande,
Als flöge sie nach Haus.
Eichendorff, "Mondnacht"
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And the frightening facts we've been facing our backs to for so long now are begging for eyes to bear witness to lies and indifference.
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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
~George Elliot
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I'm dreaming I know,
But it seems so real,
flying away...
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Und meine Seele spannte
Weit ihre Flügel aus,
Flog durch die stillen Lande,
Als flöge sie nach Haus.
Eichendorff, "Mondnacht"
Thanks for the comment!
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Und meine Seele spannte
Weit ihre Flügel aus,
Flog durch die stillen Lande,
Als flöge sie nach Haus.
Eichendorff, "Mondnacht"
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"You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."
--Jack London
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