Magic, unleashed from its chains, erupted from the fountain of milk. Ophelia stood there, soaking up its rays, gaining strength, courage and realising her dreams coming true, whilst London slept on, blissfully unaware.
Under the Hood
The base of this art was in fact three totally separate and unrelated images. It started with a splash of milk! Layer upon layer of textures and masking were poured on top, colourised, dodged and burned. London rose up in the background. Just one thing missing, Ophelia!