self-portrait-of-sorts

It’s April Fool’s day, so have an April fool. (I’ve had the joke made to me so many times, I’ve learned to embrace it.) I’ve also claimed this entire month as mine while I was at it!

Whole milk, coffee, the garden, wasps, and spiders really don’t go together, but I can imagine.

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burdened with drowsy limbs
and knotted tendons-
she buried herself alive
between the dogeared pages
of Shakespeare and Brontë.

blessed was she with an
old soul and wondering eyes.
her fingers pranced across maps
and the world she traveled
even if only in her mind.

often her spine was mistaken
with that of the book
in which she’s currently in love
and fine print appears on
her ivory underexposed skin.

“I Need Some Fuck’n Beer” (200 LBS OF SIN) - Outline

Nice, now I have two illustrations to work on instead of just one because I love pain! Just kidding, it’s nice to work on multiple illustrations at once so I don’t go mad working on just one.

This is more a self-portrait, of sorts…except I don’t have a neck tattoo (yet…)

With Traditional Ink!

Rough Sketch

Miss Jess Poodle