Sunday, 17 August 2008

If I had a photograph of you...

Daydreaming about old friends, wondering what happened to all those people who meant so much to you yet you lost touch with...

I only had one photo album of my friends, and it wasn't stolen along with a load of my stuff when I moved a few years ago... It's sad how quickly you forget the contours of a face..

Sitting and drawing a little surreal back up story for the Visions of Booga collection..

Funny ol' Sunday... Enough melancholy, more coffee, more work.