28 June, 2018

it's lonely out in space

I don't even remember where I was for this one; I do know it wasn't anywhere recently, because it is a build platform from somewhere. I don't know if I was there building, if I was invited by someone...much is lost to memory and time.

I do know this isn't right:



I...I don't...I mean, okay, the body's okay. The missing head is disturbing. The hands are...really strange.



Like...really strange. Like, foundationally strange. Hands do not do that--or should not. Why are the hands doing that??

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heart full of blues, space and time

While I decide if it's too late to back-date posts that contain the last of the Hair Fair pics, I got hit with this when I was listening...