“I looked down at the ground and saw flowers of complete perfection;
flowers that were the flowers that our flowers of the world
might become! … I was unsure
suddenly that our spectrum was even involved.
I mean, I don’t think our spectrum of color was the limit! I think
there was some other set of rules. Or it was merely an expansion, a
gift of being able to see combinations of color which are not visible
chemically on earth…
“Sapphirine!” I cried out suddenly, trying to identify the greenish
blue of the great leaves surrounding us and gently waving to and fro,
and Memnoch smiled and nodded as if in approval, reaching again to
stop me from touching Heaven, from trying to grab some of the
magnificence I saw.” – Lestat, Memnoch the Devil
Ok but lookit how hashtag aesthetic this WIP photo is
This is like the visual representation of an unfinished fanfic. You can see that it’s inspired by the original, which was the original artist’s interpretation of the depicted subject. The original artist made editorial choices in how to represent their subject, and this second artist is interpreting the interpretation with their own editing.
It’s a great way to climb into the mind of the original artist, absorbing some of their ideas, rejecting others, and an exercise in one’s own craft in that process.
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Something came back to him, something he had known long ago – that in the language of an ancient people, the word for flowers was the same as the word for blood.
Painting the roses red We’re painting the roses red We dare not stop Or waste a drop So let the paint be spread We’re painting the roses red We’re painting the roses red ♫
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