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Ghostly Opera "EDIT" by =just-a-CreEp:iconjust-a-CreEp:

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*edit: my scanner was working bad... this is how the original looks, more "soft". The other one has this ugly rough shadows that i don`t like in watercolors :P

Ghostly Opera is a short story writen by my friend Alejandro. I`m taking some of this stories and poems to draw some stuff and such.

Media: faber castells as always, and watercolors.

Here is an extract of the story, translated by =JAXMP

...)a human figure played violin madly near a window, there was nothing but silence surrounding him, as though all sound came only from a circle about 5 meters in diameter, and that person was in the center(...)
when i looked up i thought i saw my father playing the violin, small beams of moonlight started seeping through the window, while that cloud that was covering it started dissappearing. (...) that figure, which facing away from me, started turning its look towards me, two great concave black eyes were fixed upon my body, completely paralyzing me, that face, pale as marble, had no life whatsoever, that which i thought were eyes, were nothing but holes in a expressionless skull, it stayed like that for a long time, never stopping its song, until one of the violin's string broke due to the speed and violence of his playing(...)

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*editado: mi scanner andaba extraño jeje., asi luce el original, mas "suave". El otro tenia unas sombras mas marcadas, que no me gusta hacer cuando trabajo con acuarelas

Opera fantasmal es una pequeña historia escrita por mi amigo Alejandro. Tome algunos de sus cuentos y poemas para dibujarles alguna imagen representativa.

Media: lapices faber como siempre, y acuarelas.

Aqui un extracto del cuento, para los que SI leen los comentarios :P

"(...)Cerca de la ventana una figura humana tocaba el violín desquiciadamente, a su alrededor no había sonido alguno, parecía como si todo el sonido emanara de un círculo de unos cinco metros de diámetro y aquella persona estaba justo en el medio(...) . Cuando levante la vista creí ver a mi padre tocando el violín, pequeños rayos de luz lunar comenzaron a entrar por la ventana, mientras aquella nube que tapaba la luna iba desapareciendo. (...) aquella figura que me daba la espalda, comenzó a girarse lentamente dirigiendo su mirada hacía mí, dos grandes ojos cóncavos de color negro se fijaron en mi cuerpo paralizándome totalmente, aquel rostro pálido como el mármol no tenía vida alguna, aquello que yo creí que eran ojos, solo eran huecos en una calavera sin expresión, se mantuvo así por largo tiempo sin cesar de tocar, hasta que una de las cuerdas del violín se cortó debido a la rapidez y violencia con la cual aquel ser tocaba (...)"

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~HarmlessLaVa Mar 7, 2008, 8:30:33 PM
first comment

sweet reaper
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~Maxidius Mar 7, 2008, 8:30:36 PM
Nice job, great poses and perspective! :clap:

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~Your-Fantasy Mar 7, 2008, 8:33:18 PM
coolio

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~Darkana66 Mar 7, 2008, 8:45:29 PM
wow... me encantó el cachito de historia, y el dibujo igual, la perpectiva es bastante buena

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=JAXMP Mar 7, 2008, 8:48:23 PM
me parece una buena historia, no puedo esperar a ver lo que sigue
y para los que hablan inglés
here's a quick translation
(...)a human figure played violin madly near a window, there was nothing but silence surrounding him, as though all sound came only from a circle about 5 meters in diameter, and that person was in the center(...)
when i looked up i thought i saw my father playing the violin, small beams of moonlight started seeping through the window, while that cloud that was covering it started dissappearing. (...) that figure, which facing away from me, started turning its look towards me, two great concave black eyes were fixed upon my body, completely paralyzing me, that face, pale as marble, had no life whatsoever, that which i thought were eyes, were nothing but holes in a expressionless skull, it stayed like that for a long time, never stopping its song, until one of the violin's string broke due to the speed and violence of his playing(...)
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~UncleGran-Gran Mar 7, 2008, 9:05:36 PM
Thank you! I was curious, though I'm not that good and Spanish yet D8

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~UncleGran-Gran Mar 7, 2008, 9:05:54 PM
That cloak looks comfy D8

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~Duwwy Mar 7, 2008, 9:08:49 PM
ooo that is awesome! great job!

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~Gothghostgirl Mar 7, 2008, 9:18:17 PM
Wow, that's a bit different from your themes :aww:

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~arlrex Mar 7, 2008, 9:29:37 PM
Muy buen trabajo. El cuento tambien esta muy bueno. Tiene una DA tu amigo???

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