I was waiting to see what you would have to say as your comments are always as detailed as the pictures themselves, and that always makes for an excellent combination. Thank you again, my friend. 🙂
Her single tear is the only life in her otherwise motionless and dead silence. The moment is agonizingly slow and her very breath abandons her. I think it is scenes like this that make being an artist so wonder, as it allows us to express such a powerful array of emotions in a way any human being can understand.
Coincidentally, it was the 7th aniversary of my father's death recently. While this picture had nothing to do with that earlier on, it did in the final stages when coloring and such.
I never did cry over my father's death initially when I recieved the news. I didn't know what to feel, so I didn't until much later. I have mourned the loss, but don't focus on it as I know for a fact (not wishful thinking, denial or faith, a fact) that he is in a better place.
Still, this picture has allowed me to express those emotions in perhaps one of the best ways I know how. And for that, perhaps it wasn't coincidence then that I drew this when I did. Whether it was or it wasn't, I'm glad I did this; it adds variety to my work and leaves me better off than I was before. 🙂