Monday, April 4, 2011
I am always amazed how things pop up for me in my sketchbook. I have a chorus from my early teens that tells me how worthless I am. My best efforts to quiet them has met with limited success over the years. Now, here they are in my sketchbook. Bwa-ha-ha! Your in my world now! I am making a representative piece and guess what....nobody gets to speak. A discrete little piece of tape over their mouths should do it.
Posted by burningclay at 2:06 PM