Digital Illustration. Snow C.
I dreamed her that way, dressed with light snow and freezing drizzle, silhouetted in the blue cobalt sky, while the snow falls and covers everything like a blanket during the winter months.
She had the greenest eyes I had ever seen, that particular green that I only saw two times in my life, in Scandinavia and on the mountains of the region where she lived.
I don't know her. But we talked a lot. About imagination, music, literature, poetry, fantasy, theatre, movies… and colors. We could get along. On almost everything… Or maybe not.
🎧 Bad as me. Nadia Schilling.
I'm out of sight. On almost all the social… My works
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