Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Final Dance

Much as I love Wenkidu's original artwork "Man and the World of Stars", and as much as I love the first cover created using it, the multi-talented Michelle Davidson Argyle has surpassed her first cover with a second offering that took my breath away:

This is the second sample cover for DANCING IN THE SHADOWS OF LOVE – it’s a more  commercial, but it's still different and, in a way, reflects my writing style better.

The first new cover Michelle designed is bold, striking, exotic and stunning. While this cover is also unusual and striking, it's different in a more subtle, intriguing, gentle and ethereal way. 

I also love the veiled mirror reflection of the woman, suggesting “two faces”  (two sides) to everything.  As each of the characters in the story have to find the real person behind the masks they wear, this watersplashes mask on the woman's face  and the veiled reflection hint at the story.

The more I looked at this cover sample, the more it talked to me – thinking of the reviews to date of my book, my writing comes across as lyrical, mystical and gentle rather than big and bold. The soft and mysterious watersplash mask cover definitely taps into that energy.

So...this is it! The final cover for DANCING IN THE SHADOWS OF LOVE. I'm so relieved, because, while I have no expectations that the cover will suddenly turn the book into an overnight best seller, I can now put the book to rest knowing that it has the perfect cover.


Helen Ginger said...

Really appealing cover. Michelle did a great job.

Judy Croome | @judy_croome said...

Thanks Helen. I still love this cover! As you say, Michelle did a sterling job! :)

Marianne Kearns said...

SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI NIL (Latin: so passes-away the glory of the world into nthn)... and what have we mortals to show for it? Nthn except faith and love. We cannot take our riches with U.S. ...

I realize the following is above any other superfluous objective mosta U.S. mortals can conceive; however, while I didn't descend into Hell for my sins, I ascended till I saw the Celestial City far away. Wanna heer bout it??

Lemme fill-you-up withe efficacious epiphany, the avant-gardness and necessary wisdom to achieve Heaven, dear, if ya desire Heaven (many dont, preferring to stay 'laissez-faire' [i dont care] till death).

If 'freedom lies in being bold' (Robert Frost), doesn't pushing-the-envelope also result in the Elysian Fields of Utopia? And if I'm the sower, we plant the Seed; if I'm an artist, we RITE the symphonies heard Upstairs ☆IF☆ we accept His lead withe orchestra...

Wanna find-out the fax, Jak, in a wurld fulla the 'power of cowards'? Wanna wiseabove to help a poor 'Plethora Of Wurdz' [POW!] which are look'n for a new home in thy novelty?? Yay!

Q: But [gulp] can anyone tell me the difference between K2/IQ? A: Nthn. In Heaven, we gitt'm both HA! Need a few more thots, ideers, wild wurdz (whoa, Nelly! easy, girl!) or ironclad iconoclasms?

VERBUM SAT SAPIENTI (Latin: words to [the] wise): As an ex-writer of the sassy, savvy, schizophenia we all go thro in this lifelong demise, I wanna help U.S. git past the ping-pong, pop-cult-politixx, the whorizontal more!ass! we're in and wiseabove to 'in fin sine fin' (Latin: in [the] End without End -Saint Augustine).

"This finite existence is only a test, son," God Almighty told me in my coma. "Far beyond thy earthly tempest you'll find tangible, corpulent eloquence". Lemme tella youse without d'New Joisey accent...

I actually saw Seventh-Heaven when we died: you couldn't GET!! any moe curly, party-hardy-endorphins, low-hanging-fruit of the Celestial Paradise, extravagantly-surplus-lush Upstairs (awww! baby kitties, too!!) when my beautifull, brilliant, bombastic girly passed-away due to those wry, sardonic satires...

"Those who are wise will shine as brightly as the expanse of the Heavens, and those who have instructed many in uprightousness as bright as stars for all eternity" -Daniel 12:3, NJB

Here's also what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you' -the Infant Jesus of Prague.

Go gitt'm, girly. You're incredible. You're indelible. Cya soon. I won't be joining'm in the nasty Abyss where Isis prowls
God blessa youse
-Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL