This was done basically to get reacquainted with my paint and brushes beyond the general washes I've been doing of late. I went a lot more quick and dirty than I will for the final versions of the Stalker Variations illustrations, but I'm getting the feel for it back.

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The belly of the gazelle opened like a flower. Heat hit my face in a rush, and the smell washed over me. For a moment I thought the overwhelming, sweetness of this smell would knock me unconscious. They must have fed the gazelle exclusively with flower petals. An image, a memory of a scent. A bottle of essential oil broken an a hardwood floor, ( Read more... )

And in the cool, grey morning light the conversations linger as wordless, meaningless static. The great edifices that sprang fully formed in the path of our circumlocutions disperse as so much fog.

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