I took a picture of a friend of mine after she shaved her head close, and decided to sketch it to see if I could. The sketch is a bit of a disaster, but the image is still funny to me. This is my only photo of it.
Bad Art: The Tia — Less Hair
I took a picture of a friend of mine after she shaved her head close, and decided to sketch it to see if I could. The sketch is a bit of a disaster, but the image is still funny to me. This is my only photo of it.
Hi.
I stumbled across your sketch via google, and used it as inspiration to write 100 (ish) words as part of my “I write this …” project. I hope you don’t mind me sharing them with you – perhaps there are similarities (and/or differences) in both of our images of Tia.
I have a “closed” Facebook group for the project (which I have just set up) where people can share images to inspire writing and vice versa. You are welcome to join if you wish.
Cheers,
Andy
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“If you could guarantee yourself a life with no regrets, would you take it? Would you walk forward, five paces behind your own destiny, if it meant you felt more prepared? Or would you march: proud in your own entitlement to live – with nothing and nobody but your instincts and integrity for company? For Tia, there was no other way. She lived on the edge. She was the edge.
Whatever was about to happen, she was there. She lived now. She breathed now. She would take in now’s freshness, claiming her high, before liberating it from their brief moment together, and condemning it to her past.
Tia endured nothing and nobody.”
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