I love Book Binding so much now I just don't know what to do with it. I'm imagining all of Priya's dreams as the illustrated pages of a manuscript bound together in her mind and as time goes by, the pages blow as if pushed by the wind.
What's so wonderful about this is the art. And that the structure you've used--well, it's like the sections are framework of sculpture and then you paint in the spaces in between and they all fit together to create this lovely portrait. It's vast and detailed and sweeping by with both mind and heart.
And can I reiterate how hot the door!sex is. 'Cause it's HOT.
(And I have the perfect icon, only it's not perfect, is it? Because it feels like the shadow doesn't belong on her painting anymore. Oh, happy ending.)
ETA:
The night she paints the first bird is the night she has the first dream.
Oh, LAUREN. The bird is her soul flying free in her dreams. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2010-01-31 12:33 am (UTC)What's so wonderful about this is the art. And that the structure you've used--well, it's like the sections are framework of sculpture and then you paint in the spaces in between and they all fit together to create this lovely portrait. It's vast and detailed and sweeping by with both mind and heart.
And can I reiterate how hot the door!sex is. 'Cause it's HOT.
(And I have the perfect icon, only it's not perfect, is it? Because it feels like the shadow doesn't belong on her painting anymore. Oh, happy ending.)
ETA:
The night she paints the first bird is the night she has the first dream.
Oh, LAUREN. The bird is her soul flying free in her dreams. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥