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An essential part of any amateur photography shoebox was the random flash image.
An expanse of grey carpet is offset by several dirty sneakers and a pair of cargo pants. The imagination is left to fill in the clowns, cake, nudists, go-go dancers, unicyclists, and erotic piñata.
Hair was a status symbol in the late eighties. You are looking at the world’s second richest woman here - a veritable billionhair. I’m not sorry.
Fuck Sunnyville.
Fuck Ted.
Fuck the Chairman.
And especially fuck that guy who delivered really shitty news with that fucking grin.
#comicswrittenbymiddlemanagement
I love looking at other people's process, yet I rarely keep my digital dross after I've completed and compressed a job.
This here is some of the leftover artefacts and lazy hand scrawls.
They're real and they're taking part in everything you do.
Actually I have no idea what this is or why it exists.
Like, so random.
But referencing photos of dermatological ailments can drive you to do weird stuff with your files when you're done.
This one's khajiit necromancer, Elder Scrolls Online.
This game's kept me connected to my family throughout the pandemic so far. A feat of no small proportions, as we plunder elfcrap and moldy cheese daily.
File under stress relief, iPad, Procreate, screen still too slippy.