I know it's not the most suitable thing, as it's still December, but to tell you the truth... I don't feel winter-ish at all. Maybe due to there being no snow here. ;___; Oh well, I'm back with more pictures.
This one is based on the piece "Spring" by the incredible Alphonse Mucha. I got a present, which was a larghe container that had his drawings of the seasons in it. I love his work and decided to try drawing them, but adding my own characters there. Now, I didn't trace this! That's what i want to emphasise. Nothing was traced, I eyeballed it from the container that I have, and drew Aisha there instead of the original character.
I hope you like it though. This was purely for the fun of it, and i loved doing it. One question only, should I colour it, or shouldn't I colour it? I'm torn in half between the options. :/
Original image--->http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/carenginecare/Spring-Mucha-500.jpg
By Alphonse Mucha.
This version and Aisha by ME.
This one is based on the piece "Spring" by the incredible Alphonse Mucha. I got a present, which was a larghe container that had his drawings of the seasons in it. I love his work and decided to try drawing them, but adding my own characters there. Now, I didn't trace this! That's what i want to emphasise. Nothing was traced, I eyeballed it from the container that I have, and drew Aisha there instead of the original character.
I hope you like it though. This was purely for the fun of it, and i loved doing it. One question only, should I colour it, or shouldn't I colour it? I'm torn in half between the options. :/
Original image--->http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/carenginecare/Spring-Mucha-500.jpg
By Alphonse Mucha.
This version and Aisha by ME.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Tiger
Size 559 x 1055px
File Size 375.3 kB
Loverly pic! It inspires me to song:
http://members.aol.com/quentncree/l.....er/pigeons.htm
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes every Sunday a treat for me.
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Every Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Everything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.
So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strych'nine
We feed to a pigeon.
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park.
http://members.aol.com/quentncree/l.....er/pigeons.htm
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes every Sunday a treat for me.
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Every Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Everything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.
So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strych'nine
We feed to a pigeon.
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park.
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