Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Saddle club

After a debauched evening of being photographed as a prossie in a hotel room with fake blow and a bevvy of beauties my mind and body were weakened. My spirit was ebbing. The world no longer seemed like a beautiful place of innocence and wonder, but rather a desolate wasteland of sin and vice.
It is no wonder the mare suffered at my affected mental state (overdosing on cough syrup will do strange things to one's mind). I have now realized that I simply cannot paint a horse without some sort of menstrual reference. Oh dear. Forgive me pony. You do not deserve this...

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