A sketch I did (but never completed–are sketches ever completed?) several months ago. Not all monsters are mean. Just goes to show that you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, nor a monster by it’s warts and teeth. More sketches forthcoming.
This is Tristan, our fireball of a three-year-old. It was difficult to say the least to get him to hold still long enough to snap this photo. “Take a picture of me running at you!”
Photo by Eduardo Amorim The first part of this story happened back in August of 1998, when we (the people of Rose Creek Village) were living in Bethel Springs, Tennessee, in what we affectionately called “Mash ’em Inn,” a farmhouse that we had built a massive addition onto to create a 14-bedroom, 7‑bath dwelling which […]