Today I was working on some more book page illustrations.
They are lovely automatons.
A machine with the soul of a beautiful woman.
Have gun will travel?
If only she had legs! A stationary beauty.
Beauty takes wing.
The sadness of the soul propels her to flight.
In her I see the soul of Edward Scissorhands.
The knowledge that you are not quite like everyone else but the deep unending need to be every bit as perfectly normal as everyone around you.
I hope you enjoy them.
Thanks for stopping by.