While at my grandma's house in Indiana, I read Dante Gabriel Rosetti's poem 'The Blessed Damozel' for the first time and instantly had an image I thought I'd enjoy drawing. You'll have to read it sometime. It's about a woman who has died and is standing at the edge of God's house, waiting for her lover to come to her so they can ascend to heaven together to wait on the Virgin Mary. It's a beautiful and touching poem. Let us have a moment of silence for my poor indigo pencil. It started this piece nice and long, and ended it practically nuthin' but a nubbin. Ah well, I suppose it 'died for beauty'--maybe it will be laid in the tomb with all my spent ballpoints, which 'died for truth'! Do you get the impression I've been reading a lot of Emily Dickinson? :) Coloring around the flames (spirits of the departed) was a real pain in the neck--literally. This took me a couple of hours and about four or five sharpenings of the aforementioned indigo pencil. Prismacolor (scholar) colored pencils.