Sunday, September 27, 2009

# 332

Like a purple cloud or bloated holiday parade balloon, Gene floated over the doomed city below. No one on the ground could have predicted this while they ate their Wheaties this morning. Gene didn't even know he'd be here now but that's the fun of letting the wind take you to your next meal!
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 10" x 8"

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