When in Seattle I showed Byron these photos and he told me that it looked like she’d been beaten about the legs. I never realized the stylized flesh could be seen that way. I assure you that this is not meant to depict any sort of abuse.
I also struggled with how to represent carpeting in paint…I don’t think I won that battle, but life must go on. There is something very strange about how the fingers on her right hand look as well…
On Saturday we woke up dark and early before the sun in order to catch our Uber to LAX before 7am. We were flying southwest and had checked in the day before right at the buzzer, the instant we were allowed to, but still ended up in C group. When we finally lined up we […]
Our train arrived in Paris after sunset and we tried to use the “easy” subway system we experienced in London and Brussels but were quickly stymied by a glitchy machine that wouldn’t keep English selected past the initial screen. Kind of a problem for figuring out what to buy. Belgium even had a guy walking […]
We reached Brussels before sunset, perfect for checking out the Bourse Christmas Market. We’d picked the right lodging in some ways and the worst in others. The hotel was right next to the market and the hub of the city, but it was also somehow very loud at night with clanging and banging and strange […]
