3.22.2006

Beaty's Only Skin Deep


Let the imagination and pencil fly after I was done with the feet, and this is what happened. For some reason I fell in love with the 'dead' expression of the face, and it made me think of the pressures we put on beauty. I'm hoping to grow old gracefully, but if my face starts to resemble a turkey, I may feel inclined to defy gravity.

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