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.
It started with a splash of milk and took on a life of its own! A combination of 3 photos, lots of layered textures, masking, colourised, dodged and burned. London rose up in the background. Just one thing missing, Ophelia!
“A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and…
Destination: the planet 5478 in sector 240. His journey had been rough; will he ever get used to that giddy…
1,000 Smiles per gallon! Must admit that I’m a motorbike gal and never been on a scooter! I tend to…
A Leopard lay amidst the trees, hiding in its greeny leaves, Lazing in the noon day sun, with no desire,…