Friday, February 6, 2009

IF - Time



Time. She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her.

She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark.

It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair.

-- written by Neil Gaiman


From the cover song "Time" by Tori Amos on Strange Little Girls

4 comments:

June Pfaff Daley said...

gorgeous work. i can actually feel the wind blowing...

Regina said...

I love the contrast between her clothing and her flowing red hair. Just gorgeous!

josh pincus is crying said...

what a beautiful illustration!

Indigene said...

Mysterious and beautiful!