I was asked to draw a swan for a good friend of mine and for three days at work I was consumed with the idea of a swan girl.
Each day I drew one of these swan girls and each one appeared distinct from the other and seemed to possess its own sentiment.
This swan girl reminds me of the irish fairytale/legend, The Children of Lir, in which a stepmother, jealous of the childrens love for one another were changed into swans for 900 years. When finally the spell was broken the swans were transformed into withered old people.
Whether the children enjoyed their time as swans I’m not sure, but loosing childhood seems tragic, hence the rather sad swan girl.