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| The gift |
| We're supposed to do a cover to a book, CD or movie in art class. I couldn't come up with anything, I started doodling and this suddenly came to me. It's called 'The gift', as seen above, but... ah... no real book or anything. Just an idea. I ended up doing a very crappy alternative CD cover for Everclear's "Songs from an American Movie 2" (although I went with 'Halloween Americana"). I didn't feel like ruining this with my crappy water colors at the time. |
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| Angel |
| Angel was sent to earth in a human shape, angel was miserable, angel ended up commiting suicide. God was furious when angel came back and ripped off all the feathers of his wings and sent him to hell. Weeee.... I'm doing an 10 to 12 page long art thingy about angels and fallen angels, and how they suffer on earth. And otherwise. It was the more normal idea of the two I had (the other included corpses and deaths... only). |
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| Fallen angel |
| Also part of my angel-work. I'm working more with her on the computer at the school. Update: I gave up on the computer thing and did it by hand. Finished version to your right... |
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| Angel that reminds me of Pok�mon-James... |
| It's the hair, I'm sure. Another of my suffering angels. My mother is worried about my mental health now. |
| Special |
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| "Such a fascinating Angel with broken wings Such an intruding Ghost of silenced laughter Such a beautiful mind That won't let me in" Part of "Special" - Me. |
| Thank you for this lovely gift |
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| Female incubus. Um... yeah. |
| Demon |
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| "I was born out of a sea of loathing Born into a world of hate Deprived of the childhood I should have had" Finished it in class. With people looking over my shoulder. I was informed that my demon was sexy. The thing in her forehead is a third eye. Apparently not a turn off. |
| Unfinished |
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| He'll never be finished I'm afraid... at least I don't think so. I can't think of any clothes for him, what to do with his arms, etc, etc, etc. Oh well. |
| Pain |
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| She ripped herself open and pulled out her heart. "I don't want to feel anymore," she said. "It hurts too much." But there was no one there to give her heart to. Took me forever to color (must get better pens and more patience). |
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| Finished version -> |
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