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Sketch 1 - The Leaving

Vainamoinenian

Published: Nov 2, 2011

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Just an idea I came up with a while ago. I wanted to picture a man in 4 seasons, each expressing his emotional\mental condition. This is a concept idea I am using in writing lyrics for my band so I thought I might as well draw something related