Where the contents of my mind are flung at the wall like spaghetti.
Friday, March 25, 2011
The Walls Have Eyes, And They Are Crying
Marker and pen on bristol board.
I drew this crying eye on a wall between sound-checking some bands, and showtime. No deep meaning, unless you want to read into it.
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