Day 273 #MakeArt365

Ground Control to Lost Soul, ink, 2015

Day 272 #MakeArt365

It was a day much like today the sky was bright and wide and blue, acrylic, 2015

Day 271 #MakeArt365

I Heard That You Were Drunk and Mean Down at the Dairy Queen. ink, 2015

Day 270 #MakeArt365

Do You Remember the Night we Were Lost in the Shade of the Blackthorn and the Chill of the Frost, ink, 2015

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Sprout, pencil, 2015

Day 268 #MakeArt365

City, pencil, 2015

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Shrill Bird of Wisdom, ink, 2015
"The owl however, the shrill bird of wisdom, turned its head uneasily from side to side and finally fixed its round eyes on the blind soldier. "That's all very fine," it screeched, "but a man who has fought so long for his country and talks like that cannot go on living" And it flapped away. And in fact the man died within a few days. But not all of him died, for his young son remembered enough of that night to live as a free man later on." -'The Fatherland', Horacio Quiroga, translation by Howard Young