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This started as a drawing while listening to "Tears of a Clown"[Smokey Robinson]...I thought how lovely the images were,but so cliched...I decided to try & do my own version of the story,& this little character evolved along the way,requiring me to add one of my favourite poems by Yeats,because I think it's appropriate....I imagine this little jester is the archetypal fool, but in this case he is a tragic,abandoned marionette,waiting for the world to notice his artistic soul.....so he has whispered all his hopes,dreams & fears into a glass heart & sends it out into the world to share his dreams.....

Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865-1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

(Pencil & Watercolour,but a fair amount of brushes were used to create the bg & add sparkle in Photoshop...oh,& I painted the glass heart,it's not a sweet^^[])

Description
This started as a drawing while listening to "Tears of a Clown"[Smokey Robinson]...I thought how lovely the images were,but so cliched...I decided to try & do my own version of the story,& this little character evolved along the way,requiring me to add one of my favourite poems by Yeats,because I think it's appropriate....I imagine this little jester is the archetypal fool, but in this case he is a tragic,abandoned marionette,waiting for the world to notice his artistic soul.....so he has whispered all his hopes,dreams & fears into a glass heart & sends it out into the world to share his dreams.....

Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865-1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

(Pencil & Watercolour,but a fair amount of brushes were used to create the bg & add sparkle in Photoshop...oh,& I painted the glass heart,it's not a sweet^^[])