Poor Christine. She simply can't let go of the past. I think that, when times grew particularly difficult, she would often visit Gustave's grave and wonder how she got into such an irreparable mess. (Involving Erik, of course) Eventually, she realized that the doomed love triangle was partly due to her own naivety, and this greatly disturbed her. She became determined to do something to lessen the severity of her situation, but even in her newfound maturity, she found solace in her father's company.
I think it is safe to say that Dr. Phil would be proud of my psychoanalysis of Christine.
It's really a lovely picture, and I immediately wanted to draw this after I saw it.
Christine and the bench were coloured with Prisma pencils, and the gravestone was coloured with Prisma markers. I'm pleased with the final result, although Christine doesn't exactly look how I envision her, but she's close enough! Looking back, I'd have liked to do the bench with markers, but it's all good. The image actually looke darker than the original...I might fix it later.
Grah! Why can't I do poses like that???? *rant*
Poor Christine. What in the ever-loving pinetrees do you do with two men rabidly obsessed with you? OK, I'll leave off the rabid part for DeChagney. But still.
Dharri: I'll tell you what they do, they run of with m-
Pirate: Stop saying words.
They didn't even have aspirin or ibuprofen back then. D:
Awww. You used an image of me for a referance to do something involving my favorite play. *is honored* Lol. Thanks so much for checking out our gallery.
Poor Christine. What in the ever-loving pinetrees do you do with two men rabidly obsessed with you? OK, I'll leave off the rabid part for DeChagney. But still.
Dharri: I'll tell you what they do, they run of with m-
Pirate: Stop saying words.
They didn't even have aspirin or ibuprofen back then. D:
Anywho, great piccy.
The thing about Christine is, she didn't realize how good she had it. And then she blew it.
Which means Erik is now free.
Dibs!