It's almost the end of 2014, guys. \o/
I'm not really an artist, I like colors and lines and being able to do things, not really art crazy, does that make me less than worthy?
There are police cars outside my house, a bowl of pomegranate seeds on my desk, a pen running out of ink (and staining my fingers) and I like writing in places where people can't see me.
This is one of those places.
The sky is green today.