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Jade Bailey

you burn too bright you live too fast this can't go on too long you're a tragedy starting to happen... yep, more song lyrics... this is from 'red', a gorgeous song by my favourite band ever, elbow. i think the drawing inspiring memories of the lyrics more than the lyrics inspiring the drawing, but never mind. this is a fallen angel, her once-glorious wings stripped bare of muscle and plumage, now merely skeletal shadows of what once was. absent-mindedly her fingers stir what few feathers she has retained, torn from her wings. perhaps there is a deeper sadness beneath her impassive mask, perhaps she hears the heavens above as they whisper the sad truth... *cough* ahem. that's quite enough of that. my apologies for the blatantly anatomically incorrect wing-bones... *hides* they're more or less made up. still, i really like how this came out overall. the drawing was graphite, scanned and coloured on the computer using humble old paint and photo editor (aka the 'who needs photoshop' method ;)). the writing was done in pencil, then scanned in and played about with in a random and somewhat doomed attempt to make it look like a cloud. lyrics (c) elbow


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