Diab Soule

diab soule closeup

A slightly older, gentle piece. I also feel a sort of feral, innocent vibe from it. I don’t usually work with pink colours, or pastels in general, but this one just came into existence as it is, it beckoned this pink.

The title for the artwork is inspired by the same title song by my favourite band Acid Bath.  Here is a part of the lyrics :

“Summer feels like death
Godless we run
In my eyes there dreams an ocean
Hell beneath my tongue
I understand
And don’t care
Well the skyscrapers look like gravestones
From out here”

You can purchase this artwork as an art print in my Society6 store, or you can request it remade and modified to suit your needs as a book cover or similar. Just write to me!

As always, I am more than interested to hear your thoughts, what does the artwork make you see, think and feel.

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~ by Oloriel on April 13, 2017.

12 Responses to “Diab Soule”

  1. I love how you captured darkness with bright pink! And how you created depth with just one colour.

  2. Nice BLOG!!! ADD my BLOG too!!! Kisses ❤ ❤ ❤

  3. Easter reminds us that hope must never be lost for as dark as the road may seem, there always lies light at the end of it. May all your prayers be fulfilled. May you have a pleasant Easter!

  4. 🙂 with love maxima to je moj slogan užvajte u u svakom novom danu

  5. Adore the pastel dear Oloriel! Oddly enough, it evokes you. Much love, Resa xo

    • I do have a little bit of freckles! And now that you mention it, perhaps I did make it by introspection. I shall wear pink, but I shall also be sinister… hm, sounds like a great line for another poem, so a double thank you to you xoxoxoxo

  6. Absoloutly beautiful

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