And then he left her with nothing but the memory on her lips and the rose in her hand. She stood alone in the cool solitude of the night silently watching a weeping willow in its timeless dance with the wind.
Whee! two sentances of sotry! Horses are a pain in the rear to draw from behind :dead: (dontchya just love puns?) I had a tough time getting a background for this. I wanted to put a bit more into it than usual so *shrugs* I hope all my sctatchy grass lines wern't in vain. Did I mention grass hates me? The tree took a bit of planning though. I ended up looking throuhg my "the art of pochahontas" book for a while at all the grandomother willow pictures for reference. There's pen, colored pencil, and marker in there. The cheapo lil' border was just a bit of Photo studio fiddling. Its what I have been reduced to without photoshop. :cries:
All the same, I hope you likes!
Comments
phantomfluteplayer Says:
Another old artwork from dA...wow...if you keep on submitting here you are pretty likely to get more comments from me...There is less spamming my message center here. xD
Oashisu Says:
Awww, very very well done. The colors are really pretty, and it's well done