General Description: 

A woman is sitting cross legged on a pillow. she's writing intensely into a large book in her lap. Above her head is a wide halo made of clouds. Scattered around her, flowers* are spring from loose pages of the book. 

Major Reference: Strength

 
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Composition: 

The composition is centered and low, looking upwards. 


1. Visual Description W/ Annotated References

 

Face and Hair: Dark face woman, Two Goddess Braids, White chalk that fall down the corner of her eyes. 

  Her posture is centered and facing downward into the book she's writing in.  Her eyes aren't completely visible, but you can see the white chalk falling down the corners (Ref 1C)

 ref 1a: 

ref 1a: 

 ref 1b: this is the style of hair i'm looking for

ref 1b: this is the style of hair i'm looking for

 Ref 1c: The chalk that lines his eyes is what i'm going for, but in the figure they should be white. 

Ref 1c: The chalk that lines his eyes is what i'm going for, but in the figure they should be white. 

 

Jacket: The Jacket is long, and flowing with cloud patterns. 

  The jacket is a little shorter than than the first reference and a little less layered than the second reference, but the clouds pattern in the third reference is pretty close to what I'm looking for. 

 REf 2a: I really like the length of the jacket here.

REf 2a: I really like the length of the jacket here.

 ref 2B: 

ref 2B: 

 REf 2c: The pattern here is what should be on the jacket.

REf 2c: The pattern here is what should be on the jacket.


Pants and Feet: Pants like ref 1. But the feet are bare, no shoes no socks.  

 ref 3a: I really like how you did the pants here. Though in this concept the feet should be bare.

ref 3a: I really like how you did the pants here. Though in this concept the feet should be bare.

 
 


Cloud Halo: The Cloud halo above her head, is very wide, and much further above her head than an angel halo. 

 REf 4a: This is the general shape of the cloud halo

REf 4a: This is the general shape of the cloud halo

 Ref 4b: This is the specefic Pattern of the cloud halo

Ref 4b: This is the specefic Pattern of the cloud halo

 

Book & Pillow: 
She's Sitting cross legged on a big pillow with a book in her lap that's she's writing in. The pillow has little ligtning bolt charms hanging off each of the four corners. The book in her lap is pretty big, and pages from it are scattatered on the floor around the pillow. 
 

 ref 5a: THe pillow she's sitting on should be like this, maybe a little larger. Also the pillow should have little lightning charms on each of the corners

ref 5a: THe pillow she's sitting on should be like this, maybe a little larger. Also the pillow should have little lightning charms on each of the corners

 ref 5B: The size of this book is what I'm going for. 

ref 5B: The size of this book is what I'm going for. 


3. Feeling: Grey Clouds that give Rise to Young Flowers


4 Narrative:

Consumed by a Dark cloud that floated in front of her face and obscured the colors of reality, a girl wandered in despair. Unaware of the cloud that surrounded her, from within she wonders why the world has lost it's color. For her the colors have drained from the world, and everything is beyond reach. 

Determined to free Herself, she decides to reaches into her imagination, and create the colors that she can no longer see in the world. 

She sits on her pillow and opens a journal wide enough to harbor her thoughts and begins raining pain and joy into her book. The intensity of her effort causes the cloud to rise from her face, lose it's center and become a halo. She creates, sowing seed of new life into page after page, and around her flowers of new colors spring from her work.


5. Meaning: 

When the world has lost it's color you have to create with all your heart to bring it back. 

Just Blades of Grass

A Little round planet sat alone between rolling dark clouds beneath and a grey rippling sky above. And across it surface big blades of blue grass are rising. Bending two and fro in the marching breeze. Crop circles are cut into the high grass, to form shapes and impression that spelled peace and love and growth. Structures like rounded pyramids of black bricks sat in the center of the cut crop circles. They were shrines built to convey the same message of the crop circles they sat in. But in them the messages were presented in a structure of three dimensions, that conveyed a little more gravity for the extra dimensions. And floating atop these black structures were plants each different but each beating with a rhythm that meant what the crop circles meant, and what the black structures that potted them meant, but unlike them, the plants had a special dimension of growth and light. So they were rooted in love and life but grew to express these core themes in their own way. 

And among all this a blqcksheep was sitting, almost oblivious to these structures that had managed to arise. Or maybe he took them for granted, and was presently he was looking deeply into the rhythm the blades of grass harbored. deep into the motion, the swaying dance was a parade of little-leaved giants that marched with more authority than the lord of nod. 

And being carried in this parade was a little leaved king. who looked similar to the little blue-green blades of grass that paraded him along, but with a crown unlike anything the blqcksheep had seen. Petals fluctuating in a new pattern surrounded its head, floating just above it. It was being carried along by its subjects. But unlike the little blue-green blades that carried him, he was aware of the big eyes of the blqcksheep that looked down into their world. He looked up with his own eyes to meet those big ones with wary skepticism. A king steady in the face of grander forces in the world. And the color of the blqcksheep eyes meets with the colored patterns of the leaved kings petaled hallo and briefly they spoke about the development, and a commitment to raising people, then the two made an agreement. 

the little blue grass king halted the parade. Hopped off of his high position and climbed to the head of the blqcksheep, and saw the world from a higher perspective. An entire planet of blue grass beneath them, that rolled around the tiny planet. A sky divided between, curly black clouds and the grey shimmering sky. And his eyes were lost in wonder, but his crown was taking in the wisdom of a wider perspective. And the blqcksheep walked off and carried him to an empty structure, then planted him atop it so that the little blue-green king floated there amongst others like him, in silent meditation. His crown developing, the color of his form changing....

 While in the midst of his meditation, the blqcksheep watched over the grass people (who were now heartbroken for the loss of thier king.) He watered them with love and light and sometimes water, and watched on as new kings were budding to fill the vacuum left behind. 

 And just as a new King had arisen, and a parade was about to begin in it's honor. The former King returned from his meditation fully blossomed into something new. he walked down from the head of the blqcksheep, now larger with a crown brilliant like a sunshine alien and familiar. And his people looked on him,the new king too and stood petrified in awe.The Elevated Leaf King and the Blqcksheep laughed, and the levity of their laughter rose the blue leaved people into new beings. They blossomed, then spread across the planet with the rhythms of novel expression beating within them. And then they became aware of the awe of their station.

And at once the blqcksheep was snapped out his perspective as someone landed on his little planet. A monkey floating on a black shimmering rock like a metorite from the rippling grey veil. The sun behind his head shimmering like a crown. 
He looked to the blqcksheep smiled a fanged grin and said: "Beautiful Flowers" 

What's in the Rolling Clouds


The blqcksheep was sitting on the large blades of bluegrass, so that the curved horizon of the little planet fell before him and revealed, the rolling clouds space beneath the Planet. And he sat there watching what life might spring from the misty void. 

Nothing for a long while, just the rolling of rounded clouds. Sometimes rising into forms like spiraling cumlo nimbus and other times falling into steady states, like small waves on a calm sea. Crest and valleys, dark and wavy like the wool of the blqcksehep, spilling too and fro. Occasionally the black clouds twinkled with the glint of a white light, sort of like starry inner space. Then one glint became color, and drew the little sheep's attention. He watched as the white point, became blue then grew. Its form twisting and turning, reshaping itself and growing until it was the focal point of the clouded ocean. Bigger and brighter a lapus luzly rising above the clouds and developing its form like a raw jewel sharpening itself into larger shape.

Then it just sank back beneath the waves. Disappeared wholly, lost under the rolling clouds. Some time passed, and the little sheep turned it's attention to other areas. Back to the familiar rolling, and reshaping of the sea of clouds. Rising and falling. transient forms that sometimes mimicked life, like how children still see faces in clouds. When from the corner of his vision, his saw the shape of something moving. Articulated scales of a glass stone that had grown into several shades of blue, arched above the waves, glittering like life, before falling again beneath the sea. The scaled back of a being. Little for now but it'd be massive soon. With eyes that burst free from the color it began with into new shades. Then, with it's newfound awareness it's evolution would take on a full spectrum. 

The little sheep waited and watched to see the transformation but only bits and pieces appeared above the clouds. The arched brightly scaled back here, and a clawed paw there. The wake of its body rippling through the cloudy sea.The sheep tried to stay awake, at least to catch the first shine of awareness in the dragon's eyes, but his own awareness gave in to sleep. And when he awoke, the perspective of his planet had changed, the empty grey sky, rippling with subtle patterns was beneath him, and the ocean of rolling clouds was above him. He looked up to see what had become of the dragon and watched for its light. Maybe a hint of its eyes. Maybe the smallest glitter of its scales. 

Then a massive hand reached down from the clouds, adorned with those scales, now changed harboring many colors, but the base of which that same soft blue. Two fingers big enough to walk tall on the planet, reached through the clouds and touched the earth. Then lightning and fire struck the ground. The new god laughed and pulled his hand back. 
 

...The fuck was that... 

And in its wake, a new crop circle was left, a black stone that glittered with blue star light in its center. Both were messages in the same vain, but it might take a while to understand their meaning.