Saturday, January 11, 2014

It's Miserable Outside

It's January.  There's heaps of snow on the ground and it's fortywhatever degrees outside.  On an overcast day like today, it's hard to resist being outside for more than three minutes without forming prose or some sort of narrative in my head.  Then sometime later drawing a picture with a weird shape.


Only graphite can help me convey my angst.



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