Done, done and done. Did some reworking on the arms, and adjusted the perspective of the drawing a bit. Did it make a true difference? Maybe. I think so. Now, off to something lighter and a bit happier in subject matter.
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She is broken and makes me cry in fear. I can't stop studying her. I smell the grease in her hair and the rot from her soul.
lovely work DB.
WOW! can you turn a phrase.
thanks.
I meant it in a postitive light, really. she will inspire a story in me. I know it. she is simply raw with emotion and darkness; didn't mean it to sound quite so bad.
I am sorry, I meant yours in onlly the most positive of light as well. You were able to paint a visual with a few words that took me a week to draw. And your statement gave her more humanity than just a vengeful spirit. "smell the grease in her hair and the rot in her soul". That was powerful stuff. I meant it... YOU can turn a phrase. You can paint with words. I don't know how better to say it.
We're just like Mac n Tosh...those two gophers:
"After you..."
"No.You."
"I do insist..."
"I couldnt THINK of it...."
Ahhhh love ya DB
Lacey, thanks so very much.
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