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Ohh it's not your fault. It's not your mother's fault. Now...you pay attention to old Rooter. It is nobody's fault. The Great Circle of Life has begun. But you see, not all of us arrive together at the end.
Yes, I'm now able to notice that her eyes, among many other things in the piece are completely out of proportion. I'm still on that level of "drawing what I see," but someday I hope to branch from that to more creative and convincing pieces.
Again, thanks!
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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved [...] the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles. -Jack Kerouac
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Ohh it's not your fault. It's not your mother's fault. Now...you pay attention to old Rooter. It is nobody's fault. The Great Circle of Life has begun. But you see, not all of us arrive together at the end.
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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved [...] the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles. -Jack Kerouac
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Ohh it's not your fault. It's not your mother's fault. Now...you pay attention to old Rooter. It is nobody's fault. The Great Circle of Life has begun. But you see, not all of us arrive together at the end.
And I look forward to seeing more of your work as well.
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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved [...] the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles. -Jack Kerouac
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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved [...] the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles. -Jack Kerouac
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