I think about a world to come where the books were found by the golden ones, written in pain, written in awe by a puzzled man who questioned, "What are we here for?" All the strangers came today and it looks as though they're here to stay.
-David Bowie "Oh! You Pretty Things"
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Koala: Always a Bear to Me
Just an old art project I did in paint. Thought I'd dust it off and put it on the blog. What do you think?
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