Life is sad as we age and our bodies tear our minds from our hearts. Memories become broken and isolated, disjoined from who we are, what we were, and who we loved.
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This is a reboot LOL of a previous drawing.
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Finally happy with a pink moon, had to let go of everything lol. This is just acrylic on canvas. Still working on this a bit...
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Photo
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Not sure if I'm done with this yet, the picture shows more gold than IRL. Not sure how's that's possible so I might add more gold to her hair.
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Lame
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I need a new Sharpie
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White crayon and watercolor. This year I'm giving Mom some art... Maybe.
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It looked like we were heading toward the water at an alarming rate. We would be underneath, consumed by the tide and protected by the builtin systems....