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
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)
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.
Pants and Feet: Pants like ref 1. But the feet are bare, no shoes no socks.
Cloud Halo: The Cloud halo above her head, is very wide, and much further above her head than an angel 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.
Cloud Grey: The Primary Color of her jacket as well as the Cloud Halo
Electric Blue: The Secondary Color for the Cloud Halo, and her Jacket
Royal Blue: The Book She's writing into.
Pastels: The flowers coming from the page.
3. Feeling: Grey Clouds that give Rise to Young Flowers
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.
When the world has lost it's color you have to create with all your heart to bring it back.