Everyday when she would comb her hair, pitch-black feathers tumbled down the air.
Ever since I finished my graduation film I have been relucant to visualize any idea. My arms are tired, my brain is dead, and well, creativity is on holidays...
oh dear, I'm in love with this one and have been for a long time actually, but I guess I faved it on my old account since it wasn't in my favorites now... *correcting*
it's hauntingly beautiful, absolutely amazing. and the lines in the description too, I've got them memorized.
Thank you! I'm very flattered and happy that you enjoy it! I was thinking of redoing it, this time proper (and in more colors?), as this was a bit of a quick one I did when my creative brain was dead.
and have been for a long time actually,
but I guess I faved it on my old account
since it wasn't in my favorites now... *correcting*
it's hauntingly beautiful, absolutely amazing.
and the lines in the description too, I've got them memorized.