There is something about different faces.
A woman's face is her work of fiction. Got inspired by one of my friends photo and thought of putting it on paper.
Pencil on Paper.
The aspiring writer Wilkie Simmons came to Scholars Court 5 years back to finish his debut novel. Rarely seen in society, he works day and night hole up in apartment 6B. What sounds like talking to himself, he assures the concerned neighbor (somewhat jump
(Blue biro on 125mm x 75mm notecard) A third in the guardian spirit works that I've done. When it comes to these kind of things, who wouldn't prefer a pistol-packing angel like that?
