The Lady in White
Hullo! I'm back with a new post, and this is my absolute favourite drawing I have ever made. Though I can't take all the credit for it. My cousin, Eshan Yagnik, did this thing where he decided to help me halfway through (seeing I was not making any progress) and draw a bit (okay a lot) of the basic design. I'm aware that this one of the simpler designs, but that is what gives it a sense of class, I would say. Here it is, something that I can only classify as a joint effort, The Lady in White.
(sidenote- I imagined this scene in late 19th century London. It might help if you do the same)
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Update on vacations- It's more or less been a continuous reading marathon up to now. Also, Cassandra Clare has a way of writing that makes sure you are completely absorbed in the Shadow World, even after you put down the book.
(sidenote- I imagined this scene in late 19th century London. It might help if you do the same)
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The lady in white sauntered down the bustling London street. Full as it was of smog, dirt, and the stench of a crowd, she meandered through, more gliding then walking. Her hat was a delicate thing, with a wide brim and a soft velvet bow. It was pulled low, covering her face, save the high cheekbones, aquiline nose and cherry coloured lips. Her hair, twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck, was ink black. The crowd she observed seemed to be a mass of gray, mirroring the bleak slate coloured sky. She was dressed in finery, a white evening gown that made her stand out in the swarm of nondescript faces. The frills at her collar and wrists were lace, and she held herself with a regal stance that some how made her presence dominating in the middle of the street. The crowd parted as she went by, like the sea parts when confronted with the bow of a ship. Despite her petite build, her gait was purposeful, as if she had an essential errand to accomplish. The woman gave off an aura of power, like this was not someone who would surrender to the whims and fancies of others. As if in an act of defiance, she walked steadily in the opposite direction of the majority of the throng. The rest of the crowd on Fleet Street moved as one, like a shoal of fish, with one point of departure and one destination. Meanwhile, the lady in white strode in open opposition, resolutely the other way.
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Anika... In the intro.. Slight grammar mistake in the first sentence... But the description.. OMG... Just love it... And hey you know the shadow world is fictional right!
ReplyDeleteDuly noted........... And corrected!
Delete*dramatic gasp* what do you mean the shadow world is fictional?
Your mom's comment is basically ebery fangirl mom's hobby
ReplyDeleteBut on the other hand love this post! It's extremely engaging and well proffesional!
ReplyDeleteLove this post and keep up the good work
ReplyDeleteAwesome drawing and post
ReplyDeleteAll rounder Anika!!! Beautiful drawing and writing 👌💖
ReplyDeleteAll rounder Anika!!! Beautiful drawing and writing 👌💖
ReplyDeleteAppreciate the slight Credit you gave me...
ReplyDeleteOf course I had to, you would never leave me at peace if not.
DeleteSimply fabulous❤Anika
ReplyDeleteI just love it❣