remember this little ditty? she’s been buried in my sketchbook and i’m slowing regaining my acquaintanceship with ‘er. there’s actually a quite exciting series of drawings in the same style and motif pushed back in the tomb of sketches past. i’m coming, i’m coming… just distracted with severe depression, lifetime strain putting stress on the only things worth living for - but i have a sketch that will really knock your socks/shoes/toes rings off. more to come before i leave the country (hopefully!)
via con dios
MA
above photo credit: Tess Coats
