Illustration Friday - Wind
The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
That I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can't reach.
With my senses, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
in the ponds broken off from the sky
my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.
- Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926)
This is a return engagement of an image I posted about a year ago. I decided that if I played around with the colors a bit, I could submit it to Penelope's Black & Orange Contest, and with the windswept mane, tail, and hair, it would also suit this week's IF topic.
(Illustrator & Photoshop)