finally the real version of this, i had waited for it to dry (its on paper not canvas) then forgotten about it. These are the true colors, and detail, i'm proud of this. I know the other versions some might like better because the hues aren't as saturated as this or the colors as bright. To each his own, the other two are awaiting the scraps however. I've never been one for explaining the purposes in my art, or my thought processes behind what i do, i think that defeats the entire reason i paint, i'm conveying a message for someone to interoperate on there own, because, no matter what i say, they will anyway; i'd rather not give them two sets of things to interoperate: the art itself, and my mind set that went into it.
Its mystical, its poetic, and heartfelt when the viewer can grasp onto that without a nudge or a push in the right direction, then, i have truly done something inspiring.
(might've been why i wasn't a successful art student; "don't make me explain it, figure it out" )
Thank you for viewing, and appreciating.