Everyone you meet knows something you don’t.
This is part III in an I don’t know how many part series of stop frames of the progress of my latest drawing.
Scrolling back through this blog you should find some others, if you interested.
This one tells the story of my unpleasant fall from vegetarianism and the foolish choice of venue for my fall.
I am now back on the wagon.
And this wagon carries only edibles that have never had eyes.
Sunday, 7 October 2012
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