Wallpaper

Title: Would you...
Note: Rather quick drawing I did yesterday evening (06/12/06). Nothing spectacular, 'cause I was so nervous and just wanted to chill down a bit.
(Comment by ominous, annoying sister: Exaaaaaaams, ya know peeps?)
Title: Fantasy
Note: I thought of this as a title before: Don't cage your fantasy, just 'cause it can fly and you can't. But that ain't no title. Far too long. So, this has to do.
Title: Red Moon
Note: Some invertions made, title added and finished was the mainstream wallpaper. It stayed on my desktop for two days =P.
Title: Quinny and pigeon
Note: This is my favorite chara from "Shadowmarch" by Tad Williams. Great Novel, I tell you. I wanted her to look a little southern asian, but scanned the colors turned out to be even more horrible than in the original. I actually planned some great background with a ship, ocean and heavy clouded sky, but I felt like ruining the picture if I tried to do that. So: all blue.
Title: Endangered Species
Note: Unmentioned subtitle: your dreams. I know, lots of people first think: "The butterflies?" (or at least they asked me in school, where I drew this), and my answer: "Do you really think I'd draw such a pic for the sake of butterflies?" So here I tell you again: it's the half naked girl, that manifests the human ability of dreaming (or something like that). And in our current society it's a hard time for our dreams... But butterflies are important as well! =P
(Annoying sister incoming again: HAH! But the girl is saving the butterfly >_>;;)
Title: Lion
Note: Lion? Yes, there used to be a lion. Watching over her, being her special protector and guardian. But he looked terrible and fell underneath the mighty power of the eraser. Now she's all alone and the main meaning turned out to be: If she's going to stand up, she will be completly naked. That "whatever" she wears is not fulfilling it's job as clothing. But it fell so nicely, and I didn't have to bother with any of her limbs. It's a nonsense pic, and there's no meaning in this wallpaper. But who needs sense?