What I really call it that doesn't fit in the title box is Here's the day you hoped would never come, from an Imogen Heap song.

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Pencil art and Photoshop CS2. another of those pictures that just wouldn't let me put down my pencil; it took me past 2.30am...
It was also very impatient. I think I should like to come back to it as a proper digital painting with more detail some day, but meanwhile it needed out.
(& I couldn't decide which college Sarah should be wearing the sweater of.)


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I don't know what my story is.

Maybe Sarah has just woken up from a dream--of Hoggle warning her, of the Labyrinth in danger, of him... Maybe there was a note with the crystal. Maybe she has just moved away to college and on her first night in her new room, someone is making a point. Maybe it is her birthday. Maybe someone from her college who knows her story is playing a cruel joke. Maybe it is the answer to a prayer. Maybe she has just got back from the school office where she was talking to a hysterical Karen on the phone telling her Toby had disappeared after school that day--and now, this. Maybe she has been staring at it motionless for over an hour now. Maybe he has come to her and then left her this gift--and what parting words?


I challenge anyone to tell me the story of this picture.
Whoever gets it right, I'll do a commission for.


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as of March 25, 2007

I have stories!

Paisley Rose, already one of my favourite ff.net ficwriters, responded to this most wonderfully : [link]

~Chamaelirium has two one-shots, one which might yet grow into something else, on her dA profile and on ff.net
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and say a prayer, and prepare for mind-f*ckage with Subtilior's In a Glass, Darkly : [link]

The challenge is still open...