So The Excitement I Feel At Seeing A Painting Of It Has Me Squeeing - Blog Posts

Their arm was stuck halfheartedly lifted. Their hand had meant to cup a tiny face. What lay in front of them now was hardly tiny. Each eye was as large as they... It was so large that they could not see any part of its form but that head. Void curled back from it, as though fluid had been suspended in time, in place. Focused. Aware.

Art for a moment out of @dropout-ninja‘s fic that has not left my brain since I read it. It’s a lovely story and a beautiful scene which I very much enjoyed painting. Cheers :)