An illustration of the first verse of 'Stroke of luck' by Garbage from their first album. It goes as follows -
'Hanging by threads of palest silver, I could have stayed that way forever, bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me, nothing could ever seem to touch me.'
This is the oil-pastel version of my other picture by the same name. It was very fiddly. It is quite a small picture and oil-pastels are not that good for small detail. September 2004.