All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king - Rev I
I wanted to figure out how analytical cubism worked so I made this to experiment. It’s too vibrant and has to few lines to be that style but also who cares I like it. I’m gonna try using this brush style in a future painting.