...so here's a cool demon guard I doodled. The thought was that there would eventually be a city beneath him. He was of it, and parasitic to it, and the walls would be between his legs. I dunno if I'll ever do anything else with it.
My sketchbooks are as much words as they are images, so this has notes from Haiti-donation-taking and a book someone suggested I read (The Traveler, by Walter de la Mare - haven't gotten to it), and a cool mis-quotation from Marscon up in Williamsburg, VA. I think a blind woman who'd just bought two of my paintings(!) said: "An amateur practices til they get it right. A professional practices til they can't get it wrong." Cool, huh?
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