I miss the face fuzz.
He looks good pencilled up.
“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.” - Judy Garland
Mona Lisa Smile
I have this desire to colour her with soft pinks and purples and blues. As if she was a faded watercolour or tapestry or a smear of ink on a page that turns into something unexpected.
