this was my interpretation of postpartum depression. i'd like to do more illustrations in which i actually construct something. it would mean a lot of extra work for nate though.
two wine bottles from last semester. Both have a quiet violence and inky undertones. If you look closely, you can see us in the reflections on the bottles. and you can tell that i haven't cleaned the kitchen in a while.
and lastly, the urb gardens... get it? who knew i liked bottles so much.
