Here is some fanart I did for ‘The Night Circus’.
This is something I did digitally on my ‘Wacom/drawing tablet‘ a while ago. Although I am pleased with how it turned out, as I haven’t actually done a full page artwork on the computer before, this is not how I imagined ‘The Pool of Tears’ to look like… I was limited with what effects I could use digitally and would have probably been able to capture more of the atmosphere if I used a media I was more comfortable with, such as a pencil. This digital piece looks very sharp and light – I imagined it to be more dark and peculiar.
Nevertheless, I am pleased with myself for actually finishing something like this, and it doesn’t look all that bad, I guess! (^ _ ^)
The sign outside this tent is accompanied by a small box full of smooth black stones. The text instructs you to take one as you enter.
Inside, the tent is dark, the ceiling covered with open black umbrellas, the curving handles hanging down like icicles.
In the centre of the room, there is a pool. A pond enclosed within a black stone wall that is surrounded by white gravel.
The air carries the salty tinge of the ocean.
You walk over to the edge to look inside. The gravel crunches beneath your feet.
It is shallow, but it is glowing. A shimmering, shifting light cascades up through the surface of the water. A soft radiance, enough to illuminate the pool and the stones, each identical to the one you hold in your hand. The light beneath filters through the spaces between the stones.
Reflections ripple around the room, making it appear as thought the entire tent is underwater.
You sit on the wall, turning your black stone over and over in your fingers.
The stillness of the tent becomes a quiet melancholy.
Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness.
Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.
The stone feels heavier in your hand.
When you drop it in the pool to join the rest of the stones, you feel lighter. As though you have released something more than a smooth polished piece of rock.
Extract from ‘The Night Circus’
by Erin Morgenstern
~ The World is Quiet Here ~