old sketches. . . My friend found this unfortunate little bird underneath a glass bridge; he had flown into it. These little drawings developed from the first. From flight to two to fish.
aiii Erin...it hurts to look at these drawings. beautiful, tender...i think: loss, attachment, detachment, transformation, acceptance, embracing what was and now too...
These little drawings developed from the first. From flight to two to fish.
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aiii Erin...it hurts to look at these drawings.
beautiful, tender...i think: loss, attachment, detachment, transformation, acceptance, embracing what was and now too...
These are amazing. You have so much cool stuff here
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