Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow. Despite walking in it now long enough for her fingers to become numb with the cold, she still hasn't quite managed to convince herself it wasn't just a coincidence. Which meant she would need confirmation. She would need to make another wish.
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About My Process
As mentioned elsewhere, it's been difficult for me, an admittedly self-sabotaging perfectionist, to go back and look at some of these older images and resist updating them with improved techniques and technologies I've learned/incorporated since I originally published them, particularly since there is essentially zero risk of "ruining" the originals in the digital realm. In Zuira's case, I did not resist, and the new, expanded set of revisions above was made a little more than 2 years after the originals below were published to Instagram.
Recently, while outlining my general creation process during conversation, I was asked what the practical application for all of this was. To be honest, I have rarely considered the practicality (of the process or the output) at all. I've just been experimenting and "following my [artistic] nose," as it were. Generating content to post online is largely a bonus/afterthought.
So, yes, I realize that it would be hard to make any substantial argument that the additional details added to the newer versions (of any of these girls) were strictly necessary, but then again, the creation of the original iterations was equally without necessity. I just did it (and occasionally re-did it) because I was swept up in the making of it, which is a feeling I've always enjoyed, and had missed for many years during which I made no visual art whatsoever.
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Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…

Tiziana
Tiziana knew by now that she was not really in a magical forest, but she still couldn't help frequently forgetting that fact, because the forest was very good at pretending to be a forest, and even better at pretending to be magical…
Raven
Raven, aglow with job satisfaction at the Museum of the Odd…
Persephone
Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
Pasithea
Pasithea, suffering from insomnia…
Yarine
For as long as she could remember, Yarine had been able to lucid dream. Growing up with this inherent ability, for her, dreaming seemed like just another series of realities, and likewise, waking life often felt like merely her most persistent (and most obstinate) dream…
Lucia
Lucia preferred the tranquility of the underwater world to the hectic, more populated surface. She'd worked with the Ocean Reef Group, helping to maintain Nemo's Garden, an agricultural experiment off the coast of the Italian Riviera that grew samples of land-based crops in underwater greenhouses called biospheres. But after storms & the pandemic cut off access to the project for months, the team was pared back to a skeleton crew, & she was cut loose. Not long into her hunt for a new job, she was contacted by a company called Reprion & recruited to work on their research submarine, the Thalassa. Eager to get back underwater, she didn't ask as many questions as she probably should have…
Macaria
At this time of night, Macaria often visits the morgue…
Rǣlia
For her 21st birthday, Rǣlia (known to her friends as "Really") decided to organize a celebratory nighttime gathering at Multiversal City theme park. The evening, attended by a dozen or so of the aforementioned friends, included an expansive dinner and mixed drinks, and then more mixing of drinks, and had been perfectly festive and joyous right up until she'd snatched a random bongo drum (from a couch shaped like a boat) and announced that she wanted to start a drum circle. Suddenly, all of her laughing friends were nowhere to be found…
Cherry
Once Cherry finally gave in to its constantly whispered requests and wore the black ring to cheerleading practice, things escalated quickly…
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