This is really well done. The perspective is all right and i love how it is illuminated like the night sky.

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I wish to travel through the mist of dust,
I wish for wing that do not rust,
The metalic angel of my dreams
Love me or hate me,
but spare me your indifference

Really like this rough but dreamy style in these ones

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If your cat barks, it may not be a cat after all...

I really like how it's so luminiscent (sp?), gives it a mystical atmosphere.
You've got a nice use of watercolours

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Inspiration comes in many forms, usually just creeping up behind you

it's beautiful! very very very very very very beautiful! and the bridge is currently disappearing in this piece so magical! how i love that song and that wonderfully magical fragment of lyrics ! and he's standing on air if i were Connor Oberst i would write to you a long letter saying thank you for such a beautiful illustration to his song
but why are you so modest ? you know if i personally painted something beautiful like that, i would then write 3 pages description in Artist's comments saying : how long it took me to create such a masterpiece, how i did that effect what words inspired me, oh, hundreds, thousands of words and you just wrote 1 over-modest sentence you're just impossible!
what a beautiful illustration, Patrick

Basia you are too kind

Thank you very much

Thank you pesare I always enjoy your dreamlike illustrations

thank you. I still have so much to learn about watercolours.

Hey Mastro Patariku, it's always a great pleasure looking at your art pieces.
Your brush strokes let me look reality through a dream .... the strange lighting ... the vanishing parapet... I really like it all!
My compliments for your new masterpiece!

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"... I've cryed 'cause I didn't have shoes ... 'till I've met a man without feet..."
(old wise african woman)

Thank you Sir Sarman,
I am so happy that you feel the dream quality that I tried to put into it. The actual lyric that I was supposed to illustrate for this assignment are: "There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away. It's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago. I'm standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with my mom and my brothers. And the bridge disappears and I'm standing on air with nothing hold me. And I hang like a star _____ glowing in the dark for all the starving eyes to see. Like the ones we've wished on. . ." I omitted a word because there may be children reading this
As always I am honored for your comment. You have such a good eye for finding beautiful things in the real world I am glad that you have liked what you have found in my dream one.