Pajama Sunday, my head hurts and my palms are red with imaginary gravel stuck in them, after a little drunken glide across the pavement last night! Really!?... Really! The shame!
I'm working on a little children's story at the minute which is brill, though today my light box is melting my brain through my half open eyes and I just want to roll back into bed.
Here's an Illustration I did to accompany a poem called 'Infinite Argot', that despite being translated from Spanish and perhaps losing its touch a little... had this really nice part about two lovers climbing little ladders into the sky and eating oranges together.
Back to the light box of doom.
Over and out x