Thinking About My Old Art Books With All My Still Lifes And Literally Forced To Sit Down An Draw Stuff
Thinking about my old art books with all my still life’s and literally forced to sit down an draw stuff art. It probably wasn’t very good, but I loved them and my high school kept loosing them. Every. Fucking. Year.
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