Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Undressing women with my eyes and dressing them back up again with my pencil.
In summertime the hills of Barankur are a riotous display of wildflowers, green grass and berries of every hue. With flame red hair and skin as white as a unicorn's mane ladies come to fill their baskets with the fruits of the forest. Colorful, translucent dresses like this one are favored when they trouble to wear anything at all.