He waits in the cold dark night. He breathes in the life that was once his true love. He listened to the soft violin play its eerie cords of misery. The song tells the story of his soul, torn from his body, stolen by the fashioned hands of man. Murders that could not take her heart, but instead took her life. The music climax brings a tear to his eye as memories of the past flood from his mind. Hearing her voice he can only sway in its hymn and take of stillness before the empty rage that can not be filled ravishes his tormented soul
Title: Luis Davantae
Medium: Gouache Water Color/ Pen & Ink/ Prisma Color/ Digital Image Editor
Catergory: Abstract
Size: 8 1/2 X 11
5 comments:
Heart pounding words ,moving and thought provoking artwork.
very coool style!
Beautiful golds!
Wonderfully tormenting };-}
Very dark days here. I saw this last night and came back to reread the words. Makes a great post for your cool illustration.
BTW, many yrs ago my dad was trained to fly helicopters in FT. B.
Have a great week!
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