Painted in Photoshop CS 6 with Wacom Intuos 4.
The Fideal wanders through the twilight looking for lovers. Her song is sad and seductive. Her kiss is cold, tasting of earth. Her hands caress you, hold you, pull you down and down into the chill waters. You would happily lie with her forever, wrapped in her watery embrace - but she's gone. She has returned to the dark lakeshore and you are forgotten. She sings as she walks through the weeds, calling out to her next lover, leaving you down in the water's cold depths, eyes unseeing, weeds in your mouth.
- Brian Froud, Bad Faeries