I had a dream a few nights back. In the dream my drawings had begun peeling themselves off the pages in my sketchbook and began walking around with a life of their own. My friends had become drawings, and my drawings became my friends.
The bug is an example of my drawing style.
The photos are a few that I took the day after the dream. I was lucky to have friends willing to let me draw on their faces.
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