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Done this one.
Brandy Cinnamon Wages woke up after collapsing to sleep through a rainstorm at night in the open wasteland. The rain was gone in this new day, but she was still too tired to fly properly.
I should be cool and say I wouldn’t miss Instagram, but I actually enjoy obsessing over synchronizing song lyrics with my drawings and so on.
Plus I my art is kind of hard to place and I don’t have a gallery, so social media is probably one of the main ways people see it.
This is part of a series of recollections where Brandy Cinnamon Wages recalls increasingly alarming episodes of violence earlier in her life. All of these happened in the ‘80s.
I did another court sketch today for @LFPress.
https://t.co/bBdMK7cBvg
Compare to the above: Younger sister country singer/songwriter Brandy Cinnamon Wages reacts and interacts with the world differently from Crystal.
At one point of personal frustration, she describes her life as a six-decade rampage.
Brandy Cinnamon Wages older sister Crystal Carmel Wages is her drummer.
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Brandy Cinnamon Wages tells of the going to sleep with wings for the first time:
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Wrapping the wings around myself felt nicer than I expected, and I slept better than I usually did.
I hoped the wings would be gone the next day, but they were still there when I got up.
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Crystal and Brandy find The Museum of Information in the wasteland—but it turns out not to be abandoned.
“There have been cuts. Now our staff is one combination Security/Curator per shift. Do you want to be deaccession participants, or am I going have to taser and arrest you?”
I had this drawing around for a bit, but decided to give it some better textures and colour.
A scene from Brandy Cinnamon Wages’ life on the road in the ‘80s when her career took her out of the concert halls and onto the Canadian bar circuit.