Not far from my house I have spotted this old maroon Falcon parked a few times, and each time I think to myself, I have to remember this one for a drawing. Recently I was walking nearby with my camera and thought I should go check if it happened to be there. I crossed my fingers and felt so fortunate when I turned onto the street and could see it up ahead—it felt like a stroke of good luck, like I was destined to draw this lovely old beast today. Of course once I got close enough to see that the inside is rotting into itself and it likely hasn’t moved in a decade, the whole thing felt a wee bit less fated…
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1 comment:
this is a sweet peice, love the lnwork.
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