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One hundred girls/days, day twelve. Pen on paper.

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Day eleven of my One Hundred Girls in One Hundred days project. Pen on paper.

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One hundred girls in one hundred days: day ten! Ink and brush, digitally coloured.

No, thank you.
No, thank you.
No, thank you.

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One hundred girls/days: number nine. First full body lady. Ink and brush/pen on paper. I love the way that ink smells, so soothing.

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One hundred girls in one hundred days: day eight! Pen, brush, ink and marker on paper. Polka dot face. I feel like I'm getting better at eyebrows; they're always been my nemeses.

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One hundred/one hundred days/number seven! I've made it one week, and I'm proud of that. I've finally used some colour too. Ink, brush and pen on paper, digitally coloured. Crazy eyes. 

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One hundred girls in one hundred days, day six. Ink and brush on paper (I'm in the zone).

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One hundred girls in one hundred days, day five. Ink and brush on paper.

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One hundred girls in one hundred days, number four! Ink and brush on paper.

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One hundred girls, day three: ink on paper.

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One hundred girls in one hundred days, number two. Pen on paper and digital coloured variation. Sour, angry face; I've been experiencing some of those moods lately; when you're mad, you're mad.

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One hundred girls in one hundred days begins: day one. Ink & brush on paper.

o n e . h u n d r e d

I've decided to set out a little project for myself, involving the creation of one hundred ladies over the course of one hundred days.

The idea popped into my head on Friday night while I was caught up in live music.

Josh and I went to see a classical concert (some Tchaikovsky and others). After about an hour, there was a flurry of extra long applause with a standing ovation, the musicians went backstage and coming back out, and there was what seemed to be an encore. The lights came up and the audience filed out. I turned to Josh as we walked down the stairs; was that it...it seemed kind of short? We made our way to the lobby and were out the door when we realized that no one else was leaving; the rest of the crowd was lingering around, getting drinks and chatting. It finally sunk it that we has mistaken intermission for the end of the show. Oops.