some periods of my childhood were quite turbulent, having to face and deal with alot of things..A lot of the imagery I use today comes from this period.. and the nightmares I had in it .. but it used to all somhow melt away when Poochy would sleep on my shoulder.
He died because some quack doctor gave him the wrong medicine.
P.S the song lyrics are from "wicked little town (Tommy Gnosis version)" by "Hedwig and the angry inch"
And there's no mystical design,
No cosmic lover preassigned.
There's nothing you can find
that can not be found.
'Cause with all the changes
you've been through
It seems the stranger's always you.
Alone again in some new
Wicked little town.
i dunno how my comment got deleted,..
ReplyDeletebut i love love the depiction esp the piece yu have done on the left corner..
it makes me miss yur poochy too!