For no particular reason, other than that they're beautiful.
They make me think of bravery and battles, goodbyes and Glitter Wars. George. It's strange that I so often think of him, he died almost one hundred years ago. A gunshot wound to the head. I fancy that he bled glitter. I fancy that they all did. Made the trenches glow.
Tonight I am caught up in drawing an Empress. She has gemstones underneath her eyelids.
I would like to draw what it looks like at the end of the world. No oceans rising, no meteorites hitting, no stratospheres splitting.
I think at the end of the world it will snow. It will snow and it won't ever stop snowing and then all the lights will go out. Nightfall that never stops falling.
