Illustration< THISTHAT >

amy adams studios rocks the illustration house. if there was some sort of actual house that was the home to illustrations of all kinds, amy would totally be at least some sort of upper middle class priestess or the like.

in the meantime, she measures out the days with coffee spoons to the tune of sondheim and the swizz of the pencils on the paper.

there can never be enough ink in the fountain.

the tides and trends fall in and out of the shorelines and the countylines and what are we left with but stories of how he sent his ear to his girlfriend? ew.

(still, talking of michaelangelo and not van gogh)

photoshop is rarely used for its intended purpose in the places near here in the brightest spots of the sun.

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