“The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.” James Russell Lowell
This is my inner sanctum of sketchiness, every night before I sleep I draw or write my dreams so they don't get in the way of a good night's rest. Each picture is a self portrait narrative, some pictures become other pictures. Can you figure out which ones? Are you clever? Well this is my mad world, so enjoy.
“The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.”
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