A couple weeks ago, my wife and I journeyed several hours south to see My Brightest Diamond perform. We were almost dumb struck by the venue...a little vintage playhouse in the center of what appeared to be a sleepy Midwestern town square. The performance itself was full of musical intimacy, childish whimsy and an energy that made the small crowd of about 30 feel like a subdued 300. The drawing pictured above is from my sketch book or journal or doodle book or whatever you'd like to call it. The illustration below is just some I came up with not along ago when I was bored and day dreaming. Why does "Death" always have to be ugly?
2 comments:
<3 Death
You need to read "The Book Thief" and let me see any inspiration you have after reading it.
aubrey
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