Ink and watercolour on paper, 8×10
This feels like a rhyme that will not leave me alone. So in a way, this is a self-portrait. It does not explain why I have blonde straight hair, but I will admit to liking blonde straight hair. In actuality my hair is curly and brown with white streaks. Which probably suits my face considerably better.
Back to this rhyming bit of verse. Sometimes, stretching sounds like I’ve stepped on several brittle and empty eggshells. Except… loud eggshells. Ostrich eggshells. Made of human bone.
Ok this went to a bit of a creepy place. Sorry about that.