"The blackest of woven silk was her uniform for tonight's performance. She admired her glance in the ornate mirror in the ink room. She hastily tried to pat down spiky pixie hair but it was standing up on end. Never mind, with her translucent red mask in place, she was fully armed for the outside. And fully disguised.
She knew that her sad eyes reflected far too much, but the crimson red saturated the desolation and gave them a rouge mystery that was hard to read. And that was all she needed in order to mix in the crowd unnoticed."
This is an original piece of digital art that has been worked over with oil, pencil and ink and then re-digitised. This is part of an on-going series of digital collage about complex relationships in a dystopic reality.
CRIMSON MASK
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CRIMSON MASK
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"The blackest of woven silk was her uniform for tonight's performance. She admired her glance in the ornate mirror in the ink room. She hastily tried to pat down spiky pixie hair but it was standing up on end. Never mind, with her translucent red mask in place, she was fully armed for the outside. And fully disguised.
She knew that her sad eyes reflected far too much, but the crimson red saturated the desolation and gave them a rouge mystery that was hard to read. And that was all she needed in order to mix in the crowd unnoticed."
This is an original piece of digital art that has been worked over with oil, pencil and ink and then re-digitised. This is part of an on-going series of digital collage about complex relationships in a dystopic reality.