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It was just..
A look to the moon...

...Desires to explore new lands,
to caress tenderly new sands,
with hands.

Wasn't my fault..
It's the light, it was so...

...Affections for the golden eyes,
to reach the heart and devise,
new skies...

The distance..
I couldn't stand more...

...My strength is hard to manage,
Mars and Venus in backstage,
Bang.

I shot the moon.

Time : 20 hours
Software : Photoshop CS2
Tool : Wacom tablet

Work in progress :

Inspiration after reading the interesting and deep text of

*~*The Beautiful Nightmare...A Deadly Shadow*~*

A beautiful nightmare of a sacred existence.
A place all its own. A land surviving from depression, created for content.
Dark shadows lining an ocean of crimson blood.
A single lonely tree starved of its life.
Dead but still breathing.
A braided base, with tangled roots, and mangled branches.
Night Skis filled with few stars above a Gothic arch with forever written on the top.
Inside the arch, covered in dirt, tombstones Rest In Peace.
Familiar names carved into the stone.
A statue named Death stands frozen in the middle of all the concrete memories.
Stepping stones leading into the crimson filled lake.
Black rain soaking into your skin,
Washing away every happy memory.
Leaving you with nothing except morbid thoughts and memories full of depression.
Taking everything away from you until you have to stay in this land.
Never being able to leave this beautiful existence.
Depression turns into ur only source of happiness and you begin to thrive on it.
Never again will you need the love of another.
Never again will the worry of being alone be there.
Life fades as the nightmare goes on and you never want to leave this beauty.
A voice in the distance sings soft lyrics as you dance in what you thought was solitude.
A shadow appears in front of you and you notice that the voice belongs to him.
He sings...
Angel, Angel, I love you...
Angel, Angel, I trust you...
Angel, Angel, I need you...
Take off your wings,set them free, give them to me.
Angel, Angel, you love me...
Angel, Angel, you need me...
...ANGEL...
Your growing weak as he cradles your face in his hands.
Draining your energy.
He carries you over to the lake and lays you in the blood...
letting you drown, and you wake up from your nightmare.
Spitting up blood...You feel him play with your hair and lay beside you lovingly...
You still wish you were back in that morbid land ...with him as your only love and nothing but darkness in his soul.

The mood of her text leads me to the artpiece with a statue...