Saturday, January 17, 2009


But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

--William Shakespeare
Romeo and Juliet

Obviously the pale moon is somewhere off stage right.

Hanging out with a sore throat today. My immune system seems to have taken a powder this year. But I guess it gives me a chance to play with paint shop features I usually ignore. Head on over to Illustration Friday to see how others interpreted pale.


joseph's art and stuff said...

beautiful illustration. I'm sick as a dog too. Do you think we are all supposed to be pale for this weeks entry?

Raindrop said...

wow! That drawing is really good! I love it!!!! You did a nice job on the face.

Bella Sinclair said...

Mmmmm, really beautiful drawing! Oh, so sorry to hear you're feeling pale. Hope you get better soon. In the meantime, happy paint-shopping!