Further down, beneath the skin, beneath the dark, beneath all that we feel within, is something else. Something that we hide away from ourselves. Sometimes this this thing breaks the shadows, stretches through that which it's hidden under, and reaches. Reaches up, to pull our strings.
Pencil on A4 paper, two and nine B. Several hours of work, at least about 6 or 7 of them.
As always, the original is for sale, just reach out and send me a message.
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"Well I could fake it and pretent that the world is a beautifull and precious place and that all there is in it is joy and happynes, if that would make you feel better?"
Devious Comments
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la ligne droite conduit à la perte de l'humanité...
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"Well I could fake it and pretent that the world is a beautifull and precious place and that all there is in it is joy and happynes, if that would make you feel better?"
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬,.oO°'*+*'°Oo.,▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
la ligne droite conduit à la perte de l'humanité...
♥♦♠♣
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