The leniant stare. A fictive rational care. The epical dead face. These patterns came out of a dead spider. More will follow.
This is a profile of me. I am not smoking on this picture. I will later layer it with random photoes.
This is a combination of me and several other faces. The face is not directly pasted or stuck to the screen, in a manner of speech. More accurately it appeared as a result of many photo masks. Looks like a chef no?
This is what I done today. I feel like such a cheat. Later on I’ll begin using my drawboard.
The title explains itself.
The contained relief. A parody of tidal waves. A cloud is my memory.
Fierce like an uncut diamond. The rational conman’s idea of freedom. Purity of soul.
This is somehow the image of a nun. Whatever meets the eye. The sorrow is deep and worth sensing.
These manic minatures. To settle for nothing but drafts.
After watching the sunrise I drew this. It is a girl.
As of today. The picture at dawn. Nothing as suitable for a limitless grace in this expression. The sun might take place in later graphical works. Imagine lo. I just got that idea!