I had to keep leaning to my left as she slowly turned her head right. It was subtle enough that I don't think it screwed anything up. I did laugh when I caught myself squatting more than sitting on my bench.
And now, a bonus picture just for giggles.
The Grandfather of my current charcoal drawings.
Sarah, what an interesting contrast between subjects these two pieces are...the 2nd is what nightmares are made of......hope is isn't from one of yours...
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aunt maggie
It's definitely worse than MY nightmares. At least all of my nightmares give me escape-based superpowers like flying and/or passing through walls and/or invisibility. That basement was wonderfully creepy. I often wandered around with just a flashlight late at night while waiting for my laundry.
ReplyDeleteThat 2nd one just looks like you sneaking up on your mom in the basement. She is gonna be pissed! :-)
ReplyDeleteHahaha! I'm sneaking up on myself.
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