I closed the door to my room, entirely exhausted. It had been a long day and I was finally all by myself. I pulled out my pencils and paper and got lost in creating illustrations, random doodles, and made-up friends. Such fun. I didn’t realize how carried away I got until I woke up the next morning with dirty paintbrushes and paint stains all over my fingers.
The poor girl. She kept getting lost in the wind.
I love this squirrel. I don’t quite have a name for him yet, but it’ll come.
And his name shall be: Ragonian Snuppit, the grasshopper.
Blank paper, watercolor, and imagination. Let the color speak for itself.
The angry man with a wooden leg.