Old Game, new level. More than 13 words/phrases around. Mostly songs that have interest me, troubled me, enchanted me, tortured me in the past few months. Wonder how many are actually seen!
The pencil has forgotten to do its magic on paper. Its forgotten the different strokes, the sharp curves, the smooth smudges, to leaves those black lines on the white parchment that formed a beautiful person. Now they just seem like lines that mean hardly anything....
A sketch i made long back. For once i like the sketch for something more than the face(the eyes). Love the dress, the roses and above all the buckle. What about u?