Of Unknown Time
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them. ~Dion Boucicault
Sunday, September 12, 2010
The forsaken jump
<--THIS
<---TURNED INTO THIS.
I never understand my own trains of thought. As I draw, an expression, a power comes into my art... and then when I colour, my muse takes hold, takes the picture further.
Wait doesn't that mean I understand it? XD
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