She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
My dad's room has no inspiration any more. I figure I should leave some behind. Sometimes I forget that my mission in life is to make art and become locked inside the ennui that is me and the willingness to stare at wall and wonder when I should just draw all over them.
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