Sauntering through the late night world where consciousness and halucination become the same is the majestic Aletha. Her beauty is ageless, because she, herself, is immortal. Her dark elegance graces all hallowed grounds. As ominous as the tree limbs that frame her full figure, as luminescent as the moon that forms her sillouette, Aletha embodies the spirit of the gothic queen.

It was an effortless chore working with Aletha on this project. She conveyed to me her wants, and the design elements just fell into place within one single brainstorm.

One of my only regrets in working with this cyber medium is that the low resolution of the internet doesn't allow me to effectively show the subtle detail I try to put in the faces of my subjects. For instance, you don't get to experience Aletha's full, sensuous lips. Maybe someday someone will invent an internet tool to magnify the image right up to the very cornea of an eye. Until then you'll just have to settle for Aletha in her entirety. Anyone complaining? I didn't think so.

By the way, those two cats at the top of the stairs looking as regal as porcelain statues are Aletha's pride and joy Smokee and Chez.

Date of entry: 07/00