Illustration for a short text made out from couple of random words, copy-writing exercise.
"In truth, alone in the rain, life was working out.
With bright eyes, she knew that the pan in the cupboard
had time, as the weird elevator.
She was smiling to the cabbages and strawberries, to the bird
obliged to dance. Finally, it wasn't yearning, because right in
the beginning, it was grey..."
Part of this illustration, was the main first step for another illustration concept and image. (see "don't use umbrella when creativity is raining."
