As usual, my newer works are taking on a life of their own. Not turning out exactly how I envisioned them in the first place after the sketch (not that I ever envisioned anything during the original sketching process), but it's always strange to see how things progress without taking real control. It brings quite interesting results.
The Scarecrow
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*All winter through I bow my headBeneath the driving rain;The North Wind
powders me with snowAnd blows me black again;At midnight 'ne...
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Thank you for all the wonderful posts. Here's an award. http://cathode13.blogspot.com/2011/08/awards-time.html
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