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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires - please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use [link]
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*Full view recommended* *details can be seen here: [link] *

"O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes.
Or wait the Amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul." John Keats
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Artist's Notes: An afternoon to myself... inspiration from a fantastic stock photo... an old vision brought to life.
Of all the fairy tales of my childhood, Sleeping Beauty was my favorite. I wonder what Aurora dreamed, as she lay sleeping for those long, long years.

Stock Credits:
Model and veil: [link] & [link]

Brushes:

Mouse:
Robin's nest: [link]
Luna moth: [link]
Texture: My own

Description
©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires - please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use [link]
---------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Full view recommended* *details can be seen here: [link] *

"O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes.
Or wait the Amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul." John Keats
---------------

Artist's Notes: An afternoon to myself... inspiration from a fantastic stock photo... an old vision brought to life.
Of all the fairy tales of my childhood, Sleeping Beauty was my favorite. I wonder what Aurora dreamed, as she lay sleeping for those long, long years.

Stock Credits:
Model and veil: [link] & [link]

Brushes:

Mouse:
Robin's nest: [link]
Luna moth: [link]
Texture: My own