Compassion

"For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being


This picture is the reason I am uploading anything at all tonight. (Also quite possibly the reason why I can focus on my work again.)

Deep and sincere thoughts aside...
Look, Steph, look! An illustration! And you know this scene! I even remember your remark about the sweetness of a certain angel... (And in this over-worked sketch, she really did turn out quite angelic, didn't she? Not to praise - I hate praising anything I've done, but this... well, I never expected this.)

(((On a sidenote: I'll try to get back to connecting before the exams start, but that's supposed to be a painting-session, and that can't be done in under 20 mins. Unless, you know, you'd like an empty canvas with random spots on it and me explaining how it's that incomprehensible kind of modern art. )))