Ever felt like you're standing on the edge, wind pushing you one way, life pushing you the other? Sometimes it's a poor immitation of flight, and sometimes it seems like the end of the world. I don't know... make of it what you will.

I drew this at work today, just a half hour doodle again... I love her dress/corset combo... that's lacework with the cross-hatching there. Her wings are faerie like, yet distinctly angelic feathered. The left foot was a real b***h to get right though, and I'm still not happy with it. Wanted her tip-toeing blindly towards the edge... will have to keep practising.