Illustration Friday - Craving

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Don't Eat The Sardines!

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Pigma ink on ruled Moleskine pocket notebook. There are twelve sardine men, can you find them?
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This post is dedicated to Bella Sinclair, my dearest sister-friend whose intellectual stimulation, beautiful, adorable and desirable art and wicked sense of humor I crave. I am excitedly awaiting the day she makes the sun shine brighter in North America! The other night we were talking about craving and I told her that I sometimes crave for sardines which nauseates me and makes me sick unless I drink black tea. Yes, it's weird, what can I say. It's an unusual form of craving. It's obvious, I can't eat the above sardines.

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Bella, is my Thalia who makes me laugh, my Calliope and Erato who make me wax poetic, my Euterpe who makes me sing despite being out of tune and my Terpsichore who makes me skip and jump. She, with my Espilons, my Viking, my family and friends make my life fuller, happier and more blessed.

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She, together with Renee and Arija, inspire me to new heights, they brush the cobwebs of self doubt in my mind and power wash the stain of disappointment in my heart.

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They make me smile that makes it easier for my hand to bend and my phalanges to adduct and abduct to create lines and squiggles that form objects on a Bristol Board and stretched canvases. They make my blind eyes see without a magnifying glass to create minute men climb rocks and mountains and pachyderms run around landscapes.

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If you click on the photgraph you may see the little men running around the letter A "Ceslligraphy".