Wednesday, November 16, 2011

What time is it?

Too restless.  I need to draw.  It's charcoal time.  I miss it's black blacks and smooth edges and glowing white pastel that covers everything and gets in your eyes and your hair and when you blow your nose it's in there as well.  Because it's everywhere, and you've been breathing it in for too long.  Yes.

Look at these two lovelies I just found.  The lighting is delicious.  Everything is so delicate.