From Delight To Delirium

i personally don't like it. but i feel like i have to use one of my own sketches now, instead of always regurgitating other anime pictures. still. i feel like there's something wrong with it.

sigh. this is more difficult than i thought...

but anyways, i'd like to thank jasper for hosting my site. wow. many happy dances of joy to you sir. hehe...

in other news, a friend taught me how to color in photoshop last night. so i spent most of the afternoon and some parts of the evening trying to color my drawing of Delirium. another one of Neil Gaiman's Endless. i like the retro look. altho the background color looks like the new yahoo messenger. oh well. must keep practicing...

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"Delirium is the youngest of the Endless. She smells of sweat, sour wines, late nights, old leather. Her realm is close, and can be visited; however, human minds were not made to comprehend her domain, and those few who have made the journey have been incapable of reporting back more than the tiniest fragments. The poet Coleridge claimed to have known her intimately, but the man was an inveterate liar, and in this, as in so much, we must doubt his word.

"Her appearance is the most variable of all the Endless, who, at best, are ideas cloaked in the semblance of flesh. Her shadow's shape and outline has no relationship to that of any body she wears, and it is tangible, like old velvet.

"Some say the tragedy of Delirium is her knowledge that, despite being older than suns, older than gods, she is forever the youngest of the Endless, who do not measure time as we measure time, or see the worlds through mortal eyes. Others deny this, and say that Delirium has no tragedy, but here they speak without reflection. For Delirium was once Delight. And although that was long ago now, even today her eyes are badly matched: one eye is a vivid emerald green, spattered with silver flecks that move; her other eye is vein blue. Who knows what Delirium sees, through her mismatched eyes?" (From The Sandman, Season of Mists)