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Snow Queen - White Yonder

dawnshue

Published: Apr 29, 2010

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_{For the DA-Revolution Contest "Your Favorite Song"
Edit: I got first~! ;w;
OMG~ And thank you guys for SO many favorites!

"Snow" by Loreena McKennitt
Listen to it! [link]
Basically, painted Yelena White, my Heaven&Hell Academy student while listening to Snow on repeat! She's much older in this picture and so she has greater control over her element of ice. I hope she looks more mature here too. 8]

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-SOB SOB-
I can't believe this is finally done! TAT <3
This, I think, is my new favorite piece of all time.
I spent such a long time and really tried to make this a completely "painter" style illustration. I especially love her face, which my friend likened to a porcelain doll. I also like how the hair turned out, I based the style on yaichino's style. x] Please tell me what you think~! <3

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Commissions: [link]
This would be considered a 3/4 body Digital Painter Illustration with a simple BG

Tools
Pencil (sketching)
Photoshop CS4 (painting)

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Character [Yelena White] & Art (c) *DawnieChan

Thanks in advance, for all critiques, comments, and favorites!

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"Snow" by Loreena McKennitt
White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
the wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.

The road before me smooths and fills
Apace, and all about
The fences dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted slowly out;
The naked trees loom spectrally
Into the dim white sky.

The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence everywhere.

Save when at lonely intervals
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is ghone;
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;

The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield;

then all is silent and the snow falls
Settling soft and slow
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth and sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.

Its noises sleep, and I as secret as
Yon buried stream plod dumbly on and dream.}