15 May, 2008

'Tis a narrow patch o' turf between the human and the grotesque...

I'm not a brave man. When I'm drawing someone, and they suddenly make some movement toward me--an instant sheet of scarlet shame and sweat breaks out on me. That's when I know I've gone too far.

That little sliver of turf is well trod lately, and going slightly brown.

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