high and dry

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Jade Bailey

you'd kill yourself for recognition kill yourself to never ever stop you broke another mirror you're turning into something you are not... yaysies! one of my fave songs by the wonderful, wonderful radiohead. from the gorgeous album, the bends. buy it now, fools! :P :D anyway, this is the first (well, bar 'fade out') of a series of happy pics of mine based on some of my fave songs. and what, you may ask, does this particular pixie elfy-type woman have to do with high and dry? er... not much *hides*. i drew her like that, looking all sad and sweet, and i liked how she came out so much i reckoned she was worthy of a decent background, but i didn't know what, so i left it on hold for a moment. then when i looked at her again, it seemed as though she was pleading not to be abandoned... awwsies... 'don't leave me high, don't leave me dry'... :D so i just wrote out the lyrics behind her, and over her dress. and coloured it in randomly. and drew happy stars everywhere. i wasn't sure that inking the lyrics was such a good idea, 'cos it seemed to draw attention away from her, so i outlined her in black pen to see what it would do. think it worked! i think this is one of the best faces i've ever drawn, too (hehe... ignore the googly eye)... the shading came out well! and no photo-ref! then again, do i ever use them... :S :D lyrics (c) radiohead. go looky!

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