45 minutes this time - It’s theme is simple: A pony meets his/her recolor, starring Octavia and Fiddlesticks. Draw what might in your opinion happen, you are free to draw whatever you please and comes to your mind.
I have always adored your style of shading. I've been trying to work it out myself on how to make special lighting on objects realistic, and what you've down here is an excellent example. I think it is always the best choice to seek from the best. So if you don't mind, can you give me a few tips on how to operate such lightings? I will be ever so grateful.
I've always liked to think that these two are sisters, separated at birth. Fiddlesticks was adopted by somepony in the apple family and Octtavia moved to Canterlot. One day these two ponies met and discover that they were both sisters, Fiddlesticks couldn't let go of the Apple family and therefore stayed in Ponyville. Octavia couldn't bare to live in Ponyville yet alone live with the Apple Family on a farm. Octavia went back to Canterlot and lived with Vinyl Scratch. The two sisters both forgot about each other.
(I once wrote a whole story based on the above, I never published it).
Tavi's destiny is in Canterlot... classical, high society music. Fiddle's is back in Ponyville... good ol' country music. I wonder if they would ever have an episode about these two, I mean it's a good gamble. There's so much to explore about these two ponies: why they have so many physical similarities, and their talents are all aligned to the same skill which is music? What happened and all that led them to who they are now?
There are those that say Fiddlesticks and Octavia are related and those that say they aren't. Personally, I like to think of them as at least being cousins. That leads me to thinking of Octavia's Overture when I look at this which only serves to increase the impact that it already has.
times have changed like the seasons that come and go the feelings of the heart are never constant they always waver to and fro like a bow across a fiddle or like yours across the lin my heart belongs to music that's why you could never win to say i enjoyed your company or more or less to say i didn't i couldn't lie to you tavi nor did i know how deep you were in it We need the same thing something that we ourselves can't suply the sound that breaks the mold the erruption that cripples the line so find the bass to your trebble find a beat that you can march too for our feelings may have been diffrent but i've always respected you
Good bye octavia
thank you for the inspiration atry i do appriciate it and this poem is a gift to you for such inspiration