I love that "Who, me?" look she has on her face, like someone just told her she was beautiful but she doesn't think of herself that way (can you imagine the amount of ridicule a "peacock angel" must endure from other celestial beings?).
Old piece to comment but... I strongly feel this is what imagination -and fashion design- is about... the abbilitty to produce images in this spirit is the true potential of holding a pencil
I love the colours but she is soo sad
love the detail in this
I would go insane and never finish this from my drive for perfection, that is, if i could even DRAW lol.