She looks around, puzzled. Mother brought her here a few days ago. Then there were flowers. There are flowers now. Why is it different? She pauses for a moment. She wishes Mother would come and find her. She really shouldn't have wandered off like that. Suddenly it strikes her. There aren't any leaves! Who would do such a horrible thing, plucking off the leaves and taking away life from them? Those delicate flowers probably wouldn't last to see another sunset. A tear trickles down her face, and another follows. She scurries to pick the ones that still have leaves. They'll have to live in a vase, but at least will still get a chance to survive another few days. Suddenly a thought comes to mind. For a second she askes herself, what if the one who did that is still here?
I think my Last Day would be getting lost and not being found. That scares me, and scaring yourself to death is a distinct possibilty. Death by the hand of an un-imaginary evil creature is also another interpretation. But this is the scene I think would show my Last Day. Flowers present to add fragileness to the picture. Plus, I've just realised no one else has flowers in their picture ^.^
This could not be acomplished without some lovely brushes!
(When I say my shoots take some planning and some time, I'm dead serious, hehe, but so well worth the results! Thanks to an amazing team!
Models - Acid PopTart, Manzin, Staley Cook and Shannon Art Direction - Acid PopTart Photography - Kidtee Hello Editing - Staley Designs Make Up & Styling - The House of Smoke & Mirrors and Staley Designs Wardrobe: Artifice Clothing, Gypsy Lady Hats & Shrine from Hollywood Set Design - The House of Smoke & Mirrors
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This photomanipulation was inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem "Kubla Khan," which can be found on my profile. I always envisioned the most fantasticly otherworldy place when I read that poem, and this is my attempt to show what it looks like in my mind. I use books, music, art and my imagination when I need to escape, as I'm sure many people do. There is no point to life without the ability to dream.
Also the title is from a song by Blue Stone. I'm just not very good at titling things so I usually just use a song title. This one kind of fits.