Commission - Hurtling towards you
Long time no see. I'm still here, mostly studying.
The lovely tray_la_la commissioned me this watercolor. She asked me to draw a Harry/Draco pic inspired by a poem: The Love Song of the Square Root of Minus One by Richard Siken.
I found the task challenging, but in the end, I'm quite satisfied with the result. I shouldn't say it, but this is actually one of my favourite pieces of fanart.
Also, I tried a new watercolor paper: Waterford, hot pressed, and my only comment is WOW. It is pricey, but it's totally worth it.
Title: Hurtling towards you
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Media: Ink, Watercolor
Warnings: Nudity
Notes: It's a symbolic piece. You can read my commentary at the bottom of the page.
The Love Song of the Square Root of Minus One
I am the wind and the wind is invisible, all the leaves tremble but I am invisible, blackbird over the dark field but I am invisible, what fills the balloon and what it moves through, knot without rope, bloom without flower, galloping without the horse, the spirit of the thing without the thing, location without dimension, without a within, song without throat, word without ink, wingless flight, dark boat in the dark night, shine without light, pure velocity, as the hammer is a hammer when it hits the nail and the nail is a nail when it meets the wood and the invisible table begins to appear out of mind, pure mind, out of nothing, pure thinking, hand of the mind, hand of the emperor, arm of the empire, void and vessel, sheath and shear, and wider, and deeper, more vast, more sure, through silence, through darkness, a vector, a violence, and even farther, and even worse, between, before, behind, and under, and even stronger, and even further, beyond form, beyond number, I labor, I lumber, I fumble forward through the valley as winter, as water, a shift in the river, I mist and frost, flexible and elastic to the task, a fountain of gravity, space curves around me, I thirst, I hunger, I spark, I burn, force and field, force and counterforce, agent and agency, push to your pull, parabola of will, massless mass and formless form, dreamless dream and nameless name, intent and rapturous, rare and inevitable, I am the thing that is hurtling towards you...
Commentary (highlight to read):
It was an almost impossible task to represent this poem visually. There are so many inspiring images, I couldn't choose only one. So I decided to try and represent my feelings towards the poem: I had this idea in mind of ever-changing shapes of love, something powerful and inevitable hurtling towards Draco. So I decided to make Harry take different forms and colors to reach Draco's heart. However, in the end, the leaves falling near Draco's heart have the same pattern and colors of Harry's band, at the beginning of his journey. Only when he finally catches Draco, he can be himself again.
The lovely tray_la_la commissioned me this watercolor. She asked me to draw a Harry/Draco pic inspired by a poem: The Love Song of the Square Root of Minus One by Richard Siken.
I found the task challenging, but in the end, I'm quite satisfied with the result. I shouldn't say it, but this is actually one of my favourite pieces of fanart.
Also, I tried a new watercolor paper: Waterford, hot pressed, and my only comment is WOW. It is pricey, but it's totally worth it.
Title: Hurtling towards you
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Media: Ink, Watercolor
Warnings: Nudity
Notes: It's a symbolic piece. You can read my commentary at the bottom of the page.
The Love Song of the Square Root of Minus One
I am the wind and the wind is invisible, all the leaves tremble but I am invisible, blackbird over the dark field but I am invisible, what fills the balloon and what it moves through, knot without rope, bloom without flower, galloping without the horse, the spirit of the thing without the thing, location without dimension, without a within, song without throat, word without ink, wingless flight, dark boat in the dark night, shine without light, pure velocity, as the hammer is a hammer when it hits the nail and the nail is a nail when it meets the wood and the invisible table begins to appear out of mind, pure mind, out of nothing, pure thinking, hand of the mind, hand of the emperor, arm of the empire, void and vessel, sheath and shear, and wider, and deeper, more vast, more sure, through silence, through darkness, a vector, a violence, and even farther, and even worse, between, before, behind, and under, and even stronger, and even further, beyond form, beyond number, I labor, I lumber, I fumble forward through the valley as winter, as water, a shift in the river, I mist and frost, flexible and elastic to the task, a fountain of gravity, space curves around me, I thirst, I hunger, I spark, I burn, force and field, force and counterforce, agent and agency, push to your pull, parabola of will, massless mass and formless form, dreamless dream and nameless name, intent and rapturous, rare and inevitable, I am the thing that is hurtling towards you...
Commentary (highlight to read):
It was an almost impossible task to represent this poem visually. There are so many inspiring images, I couldn't choose only one. So I decided to try and represent my feelings towards the poem: I had this idea in mind of ever-changing shapes of love, something powerful and inevitable hurtling towards Draco. So I decided to make Harry take different forms and colors to reach Draco's heart. However, in the end, the leaves falling near Draco's heart have the same pattern and colors of Harry's band, at the beginning of his journey. Only when he finally catches Draco, he can be himself again.