Not even Refrigerator door-level art (which by the way, might be joined the list of extinct things, since the doors on my new frig do not hold magnets).
Oh, and it looks like her head and feet are pointing in one direction, while her hands and torso are turned in the opposite direction. No wonder she had the force to projectile vomit up the sun.
“The [late] lamented Commander Smith… would have been utterly unable to find words to describe this [expedition]: it was so impossible… [Admiral] Porter’s… ironclads had to act like modern-day tanks, butting trees out of the way, in channels so crooked that at times, five warships, steaming along nose to tail, would be headed in five different directions. Half a mile an hour was good progress.”
From “Grant Moves South,” by Bruce Catton, American Civil War historian.
Well, the artist now can do the cover for this reissued book. He/she knows how to protray things going in every direction!
Not even Refrigerator door-level art (which by the way, might be joined the list of extinct things, since the doors on my new frig do not hold magnets).
That’s one refrigerator I’d return to the store. No magnets indeed!
Did she just vomit up the sun?
Oh, and it looks like her head and feet are pointing in one direction, while her hands and torso are turned in the opposite direction. No wonder she had the force to projectile vomit up the sun.
“The [late] lamented Commander Smith… would have been utterly unable to find words to describe this [expedition]: it was so impossible… [Admiral] Porter’s… ironclads had to act like modern-day tanks, butting trees out of the way, in channels so crooked that at times, five warships, steaming along nose to tail, would be headed in five different directions. Half a mile an hour was good progress.”
From “Grant Moves South,” by Bruce Catton, American Civil War historian.
Well, the artist now can do the cover for this reissued book. He/she knows how to protray things going in every direction!