... is a portion of thyself.
Quoted from Ralph Waldo Emerson, that lucky fiend.Edit: Happy Valentines Day to everyone. Because this is appropriate and not at all because I'm a lazy slob.
I collaborated on this gift work with the ever-talented
, mistress of the color wheel and shiny sparkly ephemereal realities covered in bloom lighting. WORSHIP HER COLOR. WE DEMAND IT.
's Pinocchio and Goldilocks in an exchange of gifts. (I wanted to be one of the first to draw Pino, haha) Shamelessly plugging
's climber and
's dood as plushies. (I swear, I'll do a more serious, plushie-less picture of the two in their untold glory someday! D: )
Now, this is the part where you either think I'm either a hopeless romantic or a creepy stalker, because the original intent was for Goldi to find enclosed inside her gift from Pinocchio a wooden heart, wrapped up in tissue paper. His
wooden heart, if you get my meaning.
Merry birthday and Happy Christmas, Endling. And whatever other politically-correct holidays you may or may not celebrate.