my friend ned told me the other day the real name for chatterboxes is trihexaflexagon. This one is going straight into a letter to someone, but you should print it out at home and have fun touching other peoples butts and stealing nice roses from peoples gardens.
The way i do finished works now is that i will draw something roughly, trace it with tracing paper, ink that and then trace it onto watercolour paper with pencil, colour, and ink. i feel like like tracing the same thing so many times makes me make everything a little better and more sure but its very draining. ive been trying to concentrate more on the way i draw eyes, lips and hands, someone tell me the secrets to proportions please
this is for an up coming art show that will be at Brew bar in the city. i got too hasty with my final inking and ruined the coloured version and now i must start again
I have had the most amazing day today - I woke up and got iced Soy Deluxe with my Susy Rose, we walked into the city, got free face masks & cheap makeup and had an amazing time living the thug life, perving on cafe boys and noting the size of people’s heads. Went to work, came home, had a very in-depth chat with my luscious Maddy Young, realised that Henri is coming home sooo soon and I get on a free flight to Vietnam next week & I’m pretty filled with gratitude for the life I happen to be blessed with.
(Plus kissy-kiss-squish-kissface might come over later and that makes me melt.)
daisy moon melt eyes, im gonna plant flowers in your ears and whisper away all the venom from your heart you magnificent lovely dove
If I had a pizza vending machine my life would be nothing short of complete
where what who gimme now
this is some straight up zombinis shit, that level where that little hairy mother fucker wants him to make you a pizza with edsactly the right toppings