Today, I'm wearing my hand me down shoes. Passed down from my mother, from her mother, now to you. These heels, they tell a story, of a human life that's passed. Tell me baby, are you scared of death? You'll never live Never live until you learn that dying is something we do a little every day. It's the living that matters, not the decay. Without decay there would be no renewal... With the changing of the seasons, we see that decay can be beautiful The spring of our lives the summer that we lived The fall is here and by winter we're dead.
But smile! Cheer up! Death is something we all face and you'll never be smiling until you dance on your grave.
That little piece of writing reminded me of the lyrics to Lightning Crashes by Live, one of my favorite songs.
I can see where you have mention in comments about concern over your editting. It only looks a bit off around the toes on the foot on the left side of the picture. It does not distract too much from the overall piece. I am sure you could rework the contrast and tones of the picture to make it more cohesive.
Ignore Kowalski's scathingly bad and thoughtless critique. Clearly someone without imagination. I like the composition, the intent, and the words are beautiful. Well thought out. And very well responded.
Thanks. I disliked how the person initially came across, but after they offered some things that were useful, such as mentioning the skull was too small, which maybe in another draft of this, I would consider. But overall, the person came across as negative and rude, so I removed his comments.
The picture of the feet aren't the best quality and the lines aren't exactly perfect but overall for effort, concept and that amazing poem, I personally would give it an 9/10. That's my opinion, of course. ^^ Keep up the good work!
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