And the body parts on each side don’t match up, nor do they look intentionally different. Yeah, I don’t get it either. Could be a good concept but it’s too sketchy. ::ba-dunh-bumm::
They are all on the same journey for inner peace.
Meditation.
Enlightenment.
The calm that can surround all who seek it in the purest form.
They record their thoughts. Their dreams. Their journey of discovery. As a personal record for reflection. To one day look back at this discovery and weep from the glorious splendor that it was.
Then, they all realize the same thing.
Holy asscrackers! I can sell this bitch and make me some money!
(Inner peace fail)
What’s that really annoying bar that cuts the drawing in half? Very distracting, and I can’t tell what it is or what purpose it serves.
And the body parts on each side don’t match up, nor do they look intentionally different. Yeah, I don’t get it either. Could be a good concept but it’s too sketchy. ::ba-dunh-bumm::
I don’t know what it is, but that’s the only thing I see…
This has inspired me to write my own book. Finally a subject worthy of my talents – a picture book title, “Sketches of a Serial Killer.”
It will feature sketches of serial killers – mostly truck drivers, high school janitors, and people wearing hoodies.
Ohhh! It’s a “Collection of Poetry.”
That makes it okay then.
Will it be a coffe table book, Pinsky?
Coffee. Oops.
Is that a stripper pole?
It must be, given the fact that there is a picture of large voluptuous melons in the corner there. va-va-voom!
Oh dear. Lol!
Ms.Todd’s “inner peace” looks pretty dreary and depressing to me.
On a side note – Why does EVERYONE think that their own personal journey for inner peace holds any interest for anyone else?
And “The Inner Peace IN Me”? Where ELSE would it be?
They are all on the same journey for inner peace.
Meditation.
Enlightenment.
The calm that can surround all who seek it in the purest form.
They record their thoughts. Their dreams. Their journey of discovery. As a personal record for reflection. To one day look back at this discovery and weep from the glorious splendor that it was.
Then, they all realize the same thing.
Holy asscrackers! I can sell this bitch and make me some money!
(Inner peace fail)
Bwahahahahahahaha!
Sales? Zero. What a shocker.
LOL !
I think I saw that movie – Inner Peace – it starred Martin Short, and Denny Quaid.
Is that the artist’s name at the lower right? “X. Pinkas*”?
Is it just me or those oranges? fruit? look like a nice pair.