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Married to WCjobber.
You can find my nerdcast at With Little Expectations
Send me a ✐ and I’ll handwrite your URL
Banksy constantly gives me reason to hate him.
I got my sketchbook last week. It’s still blank because I’m freaking out over the pressure of knowing that it’s going in a library forever, where millions of people can see it.
Just thinking about designing the cover is giving me an apoplexy.
I’ve been looking forward to this one. Virginia Woolf was an awesome, weird lady.
She would have been so famous and wacky in the 1980’s.
It seemed as if nothing were to break that tie — as if the years were merely to compact and cement it; and as if those years were to be all the years of their natural lives.
Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein.
I imagine if she lived today, she would be a total Goth. And, apparently this woman LOVED her shoulders. They were bare in every one of her portraits.
A drawing of the famed recluse, Emily Dickinson. I’m doing a series of famous women in recorded history of literature. If you have any suggestions, please submit some in my ask. :)
She’s in a white sweatshirt. In her adult life, she wouldn’t leave her house, so it made sense to me to put her in something comfortable. And the white: when she did go out (rarely), she only wore white clothes.
A solemn thing - it was - I said -
A Woman - White - to be -
And wear - if God should count me fit -
Her blameless mystery -
- c. 1861
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