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Submitted: April 22, 2007
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Winter Solsticeby ~Markovah

Digital Art / Drawings & Paintings / Fantasy

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(this is an entry to a contest sponsored by wacom)

pardon me for the long description...

Winter Solstice

It was the longest night and the shortest day of the year. While everyone was busy preparing for a feast, a 14-year-old lad sat gloomily on a window, looking at the melancholic winter sun setting in the darkening horizon. On his solitude, a strange figure of a woman began to loom from where the sun was. The figure floated in the air, drawing nearer and nearer until it was almost a meter away from him. Its pale blue eyes staring smilingly at him. When he suddenly blinked, the figure disappeared. He was happy for he had never seen such a strange creature which resembled a beautiful nymph with copper skin and platinum hair. The next day he sat on his window waiting for woman to come again through the setting sun, but it never came. He waited the next day, the day after, again and again but it never came again. The feeling of emptiness was consuming him. He believed that the woman would come back again for him.

It was a year after, and the young man still hadn't lost hope. He was sitting on his window, when the nymph reappeared. He tried not to blink for the longest time while staring at it. But the moment he blinked, the nymph disappeared. He felt happy again. He then got his palette and brush, and painted on his canvas the image of the woman he saw. The woman reappeared again exactly the next year, the year after, and following years. Until the man died without marrying, without having his own family and kids.

The man fell in love with the nymph, waiting year after year just to catch a glimpse of it. And everytime, year after year, he would paint the woman on his canvas in a different style. And everytime, it would make him happy.

love 2 2

joy 1 1

wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~Leonidas666 Nov 24, 2009 Hobbyist Digital Artist

After seeing your gallery up ti this point, I have a sugestion to make:
STOP DRAWING!
Go up in the mountains somewhere, find a cave, and live in it for the rest of your life.
I can't compete with work like this!!! You are devastating my carrer (not to mention my self-estime)... jeeez.