full title: i dont walk much with the old crowd anymore.
pencil, ink and acyrlic on bristol board. around 5x3 inches. i sketched this last night when i couldn't go to bed. i was attempting drawing people without lifting the pencil. i inled and colored it today with small hyper death crazed boys running around jostling me which accounts for the crappy job.
this is a good jesture drawing.. and i think the "messiness" fits the composition and writing well.
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Only through lens I see her, her eyes blackened by the strip of the hidden and spreading her wings beyond what I can see, reaching from end to end in great length beyond my imagination.
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Only through lens I see her, her eyes blackened by the strip of the hidden and spreading her wings beyond what I can see, reaching from end to end in great length beyond my imagination.
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With sheep-wool weave against their thighs
And blinding patterns ever nigh
The men in kilts will make me sigh
When they kick their legs up high.
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i'm what willis was talkin' about.
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i'm what willis was talkin' about.
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With sheep-wool weave against their thighs
And blinding patterns ever nigh
The men in kilts will make me sigh
When they kick their legs up high.
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i'm what willis was talkin' about.
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for the first time i felt beautiful;
finally a part of the Earth.
i touched the soil,
and he loved me back.
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i'm what willis was talkin' about.
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