Although the phrase has absolutely nothing to do with the drawing, it occurred to me as I was making it..
Hello, I am blakbird of the Cove, this is my first post.
Maybe it's the vividness of the scene, how alive it seems- at least to me- yet at the same time a lingering loneliness, or rather, detachment hovers about it, or perhaps, its the not-so-subtle implications of the abandoned beach ball that are owed the conception of this expression so antagonistic to what at first sight seems bursting with vibrance.
About the time I was putting down the first draft, this heavy torrential rain hit my country, my town especially was hit pretty bad to the point that going home to visit my parents was rendered impossible owing to the state of the roads, worse still, news was coming in of a massive cyclone hitting the coast, it's effect perhaps to be felt countrywide.
But I love the rain. And I nurture within me a secret but no less fierce passion for the sea and I just couldn't -despite my best efforts - summon a scene full of impending doom- a scene befitting Hidaya-the aforementioned cyclone-'s coming, instead, I got this delicate crashing wave. A nice portrait of my love in her most natural element.
The Lady Hidaya.
I'm not exactly sure of the conventions around here yet, but do like if you like, comment, it'll motivate me to do more of this. Appreciated.