On albums like 2008's critically lauded Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill, her ghostly vocals drift like
wisps of smoke through fractured moonbeams; lines of guitar emerge like discarded nets from the surf, tumbling back into a rolling sea of
soft noise shortly after they appear.
As for the edges and fine details, while keeping almost everything
soft, I added slight
wisps of hair in the mustache and beard along the lit side of the face, as well as lifting a bit of paint from where the light hits the hair on the side of his head.