Original size 14x17. Prismacolor pencil smooth Bristol board.
The sketching is graphite and light blue Verithin, I usually use non-photo blue Verithin for this step of sketching but I knew it would never pick up.
For most of this year now my depression has been acting up again. Much due to my lack of inspiration and absence of dreams. I'm not seeing things anymore, I'm rarely dreaming and when I do it's only mundane or frivolous.
All but a few of my 'new' work are truly new, most are simply updates of old works or sketches that never got finished.
The exceptions so far are " Prophet of Life " " Wings of Freedom " and this.
This work has been stalking me for quite a while now. It started out as an empty echo of many voices that was also silent.
At first I thought it was just one of my vampire characters form one of the many novels I have in mind that will be lucky to ever get done.
The phrase of the title sounded like something she'd say. But it wouldn't leave me alone and I started seeing the shapes in shadows in my mind and slowly it was pieced together, I always saw it unfinished then I realized she was supposed to be unfinished.
I put my other many empty shells of sketches that are waiting for color aside and started on this. I have been dead inside so it has been impossible for me to give my work life when I have none myself.
I could go on but I think I will refrain from the ramble.