Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Dough eyes

Oh, how I wish dough faces and flat chests were still desirable or at least in style. I'd be the bell of the ball!
I'm surprised I haven't had dreams of my teeth falling out or turning to pulp yet. But the year is young..


Nina is pure doodle sunshine. Kate is a chess mancala WiZ. Vivi is chased by a slimer.
Note to self: Looking through more old sketchbooks; you like to draw things 'from life' as if they were melting.

Hello, sun.
I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

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