Hey guys!
Here's a small concept of Delilah, laying in her garden, wishing she could be anywhere else.
It's a gorgeous place, and she knows she should be happy to even be there. But the gates keep everything outside, including life, and sometimes she loses track of meaning. Although she does her best to remain positive, when the days begin to merge into a colourless repetition, she falls into a state of melancholy which is hard to get out.
Around her are her cloud paintings, which she works on almost obsessively.
Delilah romanticises life to a point where she feels almost paralysed by her own expectations.
Will anything ever change?
Thank you guys so much for your support, you're awesome! <3
HowlinWolf99
2019-10-07 20:19:47 +0000 UTCMelvin
2019-10-07 17:04:20 +0000 UTCLombarsi
2019-10-07 11:02:52 +0000 UTC