While I hate being late, I'm almost glad my computer crashed. I was in a crappy mood the day I was coloring this originally, and as a result the colors on it were just as bad as my mood. After my stunned bout of swearing passed last night, I had time to actually think about how I wanted this page to turn out, and I think it benefited from it. I like the idea of their worlds still remaining in grey tones instead of exploding into colors. Rather, color spreads slowly from them, enriching the lives of the people they're around. I think that's how life often is, when you meet someone who is just...okay with themselves and the world. They're rarer than I'd like, but the ones I have met almost do seem more colorful and vibrant than the rest of the world. Little by little, that energy just rubs off, until you find yourself carrying a little bit of that light with you, and giving it to others.
One day, I hope I can be that kind of person for others.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Hmmm... if he drank enough, would angel-boy get drunk and have a hangover in the morning? I forget if that's possible here.
If he believes it's possible, it's possible.
I haven't commented in a while, but I utterly love the turns this story takes! And I think the sumbolism of color/no colour is working out pretty well, too:)
Post a Comment