quene of clubbes

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Jade Bailey

hurrah! finally, the last in my series of 4 card suit pixie queens with dodgy misspelt names! as per usual, an outrageously extravagant and odd dress is the order of the day. this one, while having been made up by me, drew its inspiration from the gowns common in late 15th-century western europe, with high waistlines and the hennin headdress. and clubs have to be green. apart from the fact that green is the most gorgeous and brilliant colour ever, the clubs look suspiciously like clovers. their theme - for me, at least - is growth and change, hence their greenness. the gold/yellow is partly to emphasise the sense of royalty, and partly because not very many other colours go with green. the sketch was around for such a long time before i could be bothered to colour it, but i'm glad i did in the end. i think this is my favourite of the lot, probably because the colouring is much better than that of the previous three. pencil sketch, coloured in photoshop elements.

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