blue sketchbook } twelve sketches for this day
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- i sketched yesterday’s drawings with my eldest son by my side. we laughed when i fucked up the right arm, twice
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- i asked him what he wanted her to be holding in her left hand. he said, ‘a giant flower’
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- another fuck up. but i like it
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- he told me that the way she was walking was a little creepy
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- this and the next four i did this morning, alone
