
The Slumber Of Saturn
Whisper on the breeze mingles
With the song of the spheres,
The jingle of the ice rings,
The softness of hoofbeats,
Take a sleeping breath
And take the leap into space...
I'd said I wasn't going to do anything but mannikins. Just people. If you can call them people. But I couldn't help it... the horses just looked right.
I like this picture a lot more than is healthy. It's not my favourite, per say, but I love the weird combination of motion and stillness it gives off. Sometimes they look like they're frozen, sometimes like they're moving. It's ever so slightly creepy, although possibly the fact that I'll spend two minutes at a time staring at it whereas the others get only a passing glance is more so.
