Too Bad Its Not RealA narrow path winding through the woods around trees and small boulders, following the small stream to the left coming down from the hills and trickling into the river below. Pebbles and sand make up the path at my feet and grind against my shoeless soles as I walk up the gentle slope. Birds can be heard here and there and the gentle breeze makes the leaves and trees rustle ever so softly. A slow drizzle begins and I hear the tapper of tiny drums as the raindrops hit the leaves above and turn into mist as it falls toward me, cool and refreshing. The woods are too dense to stray from the path, but in the distance I can hear a deer rustling aboToo Bad Its Not Real
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You asked some informations . So...
The idea is that exceptional , breath-taking beauty, can be "inhuman"; can (especially when the beautifull person is conscient of his beauty) scare and "Turn you to stone".
I used pensils and a sort of varnish. The paper is rough.
The eyes and the "bandages " evoke the myth of Medusa.
Thanks again
Christos
i hope to Enjoy it!
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