(Re-scanned, larger. Erm,... I started coloring it, but it turns out that the shading improves the black and white also! In my opinion anyway, so there it is.)
I did this last night and today, since I found my old sketch book and stole one of my husband's gel pens. Hehe. I stamped my signature, and filtered the color a bit since the scan was so poor, but otherwise it's unchanged from the paper.
My friend's kids were watching me work on this while I waited for my eldest to get out of youth-group, and I got a fun compliment. "Wow! This almost looks like someone else drew it!"
The big circular thing looks like a cocoon, so when I first saw it, according to the name, I taught it's a butterfly cocoon. Then I noticed the little butterfly lady. It's like she went through the metamorphoses and now she's coming out, though butterflies usually cut their cocoon in the upper part. I love the way you draw it. Lovely details, great job.
Thank you for the thoughtful response. I love the cocoon idea. *laugh* The name is because of the butterfly lady, and the point of the art-style is to give the viewer the ability to discover new things that the artist may not have known were there. I love seeing the new perspectives that come along!
that's true, I think that the role of art is to make people think so I try to interpret every work of art in my way.And sometimes my vision is very different of the one of the artist.
It's fun, as an artist, to learn something about one's own work from the people who view it. There is a dimension beyond the obvious that can only be seen through a perspective not your own, and I'm always grateful to those who are willing to share those ideas with me. Thank you!
I really love this. Its awesome when things like this happen just out of patterns and shapes and it literally explodes and comes to life on paper :3 Its amazing.
This is superb, Karen! I love every single part of this!
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.