I'm having a print sale over on Etsy right now and there's 25% off with the code AUTUMN2015, this print included!
Done over the course of a couple of days, Cintiq 22HD, PSCC.
They called her Ophelia...
...but that was not her name.
Not that she blamed them.
The magical and the metaphysical were far above and beyond the understanding of most modern mortals.
Few believe or expect to see an elemental anymore and when they do fear and panic are the first responses.
How many times, she wondered, had the enforcers of mortal law been called to her waters?
Called to search for a body that just wasn't there?
Rare was the time when those who saw her did not flee in terror.
Aine(Hannah) sighed as she stared at the star spattered sky high above her.
Oh how she pined for the old days, the days when her kin and kith were respected.
When their realms were defended...
But mostly she longed for someone to talk to. Someone to share the depths of her heart with, someone who could see her for who she really was...
I don’t know how you did it, or where exactly you got the inspiration from, but I have seen this woman in a dream. This exact woman, in a dream I have never been able to shake. It’s absolutely uncanny, from her appearance to the water and the lily pads... so strange. I wish it hadn’t been such an unpleasant dream. It makes me feel so many things, I don’t know how to describe it.
I haven’t logged into this account in so long but once I saw this painting I had to say something.
Your work is beautiful, thank you.
Yours is a beautiful work of art, although I would not pitch it at Ophelia necessarily. The woman you've painted looks too alive and watchful! But that in fact is a good thing, not a bad thing. When I first thought of it, I thought perhaps a tale of a woman who spent a great deal of time in a great pond, a solitary wild thing, who hid in the lillies when other humans came near. Or a water spirit of some kind, watchful of children that play at the sides of lakes. Your lady is smart, not mad, she is alert, not distracted by misery, she is alive, not forlornly dead. At least... that's what I feel when I see your piece. But that's a magic of it's own, and the magic of all art.