Sketches on Subway on the run. Coming home at 1.30 in the morning. Loosing cool. Burning eyes. Missing drawing. Missing living. Unfinished drawings. Sleepless nights.
Entrance room.Wrinkles with some sparkle.
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Oh my! Those hours sound awful, Nikira. The entrance way looks amazing, rather like flower petals. Your sketches, as always, are wonderful.
Thank you very much CrimsonLeaves for your care and support. It is hard, but I have to face the challenge. :-)
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