This is a study photo I put together for a painting I've been wanting to do for a while.
Today I'm really feeling the middle land between life and death, which has a particularly verdant feeling because of being still relatively young.
It feels very Shakespearian, like running through stone halls made green with moss, arm in arm with others, not brushing my teeth...
Does that make any sense?
Today I'm really feeling the middle land between life and death, which has a particularly verdant feeling because of being still relatively young.
It feels very Shakespearian, like running through stone halls made green with moss, arm in arm with others, not brushing my teeth...
Does that make any sense?