Monday, April 12, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Jack Jumbly
Jack grew up in my neighborhood, and he used to catch creatures in the local river. The river was filthy. He would take them back home and treasure them, I suppose. He didn't like people much. And as time goes by without seeing him anymore, I start to understand him. Back home they say he has disappeared, but I'm sure he is safe.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Work In Progress
I think this is going to go well. But as I have learned the recent years, delusion is a Hopeful Artist's closest companion.
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