The car with the tree behind it was sketched from my porch on Earl Ave. All of the rest of the figures here were first observed inside my head.
4 thoughts on “Drawing from Life”
I guess it’s good that you didn’t observer a killer maniacal clown outside your home, but on the other hand, you’ve got a killer maniacal clown inside your head.
You must have some interesting dreams.
Eric the Ex-Coworker
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My dreams tend to be pretty dull to describe. They seem to involve lots of wandering around large labyrinthian houses, hotels and schools. I don’t think I ever met a clown in one of them, much less a killer maniacal one.
My recurring dream is being in college, but I either don’t have my schedule of classes, or only half of it, etc. Then, when I go to the administration office, they can’t print it out for an amusingly varied number of reasons.
I have another one where I can fly – not terribly high, usually, but hover. It’s so cool that I want to show it to everybody! But there’s nobody around, or they’re looking in the other direction, or they can’t hear me. Still a fun dream, though.
I guess it’s good that you didn’t observer a killer maniacal clown outside your home, but on the other hand, you’ve got a killer maniacal clown inside your head.
You must have some interesting dreams.
Eric the Ex-Coworker
This comment has been removed by the author.
My dreams tend to be pretty dull to describe. They seem to involve lots of wandering around large labyrinthian houses, hotels and schools. I don’t think I ever met a clown in one of them, much less a killer maniacal one.
My recurring dream is being in college, but I either don’t have my schedule of classes, or only half of it, etc. Then, when I go to the administration office, they can’t print it out for an amusingly varied number of reasons.
I have another one where I can fly – not terribly high, usually, but hover. It’s so cool that I want to show it to everybody! But there’s nobody around, or they’re looking in the other direction, or they can’t hear me. Still a fun dream, though.
Eric the Ex-Coworker