Saturday, January 27, 2007

IF: RED


















"So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.

And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart."

(The Nightingale and the Rose - Oscar Wilde)

6 comments:

Jennifer Lewis said...

Nice.. I remember this, what a sad story.

Anonymous said...

Lovely yet sad. Your delicate lines are beautiful.

Leandro Robles said...

Essa seria uma boa para a porta do seu apê, também.

rogério said...

Lindo desenho...muito bom...

Leandro Robles said...

Leo, achei caneta Pitt, da Faber, igual à sua, na papelaria universitária. Paguei R$ 8,60. www.pu.com.br Tem na Humberto I, na Vila Mariana. Tem uma porrada de coisa da Faber alemã.

Dave M! said...

Great work. Terrific angle, color, line technique and color balance. All the tools for telling a great story in a single panel. My Eye Friday