Damien ([info]shadowspires) wrote,
@ 2003-06-25 10:30:00
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Current mood: busy
Current music:Tori Amos - "Little Earthquakes"

All the king's horses, and all the king's men....
Canto 3 has begun! I even updated it a day in advance, since I will probably have to work late tonight. Aren't I cool? *basks in own glory then punctures like a balloon and goes up up and away..* Note also that thanks to the better half, the Canto dropdowns are now compressed and make for easier navigation. :D

At any rate, I rather like how Angus looks for the cover of Canto#3. Incidentally, Angus happens to be my muse so I am always happy when he looks pleased. The more content he is, the more likely I am to get art done. :3

The design of both the Seelie and the Unseelie court is taking quite a while... I have rather vivid images in my head, but managing to put them into paper is an entirely different proposition. At the particular juncture that Adrian is tossed into the world of the sidhe, both courts are in dissarray and in an odd...truce of sorts. So much that ambassadors from each court are in discussions - things are starting to come to an end for the sidhe, hence their progressive forays into human spheres.

The poem that inspired Angus's Creation...
The Song of the Wandering Angus by William Butler Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I turned to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.




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