Some days I think about writers I like and imagine having a conversation with them. When I think about Flannery O'Connor, we usually talk about peacocks and what a fucker lupus is. I painted the above right after reading Wise Blood, which isn't nearly as good as her short stories. It's odd to me that I would want to hang out with a Catholic southern belle.
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disdain:
caught. rats.
bipedalprimate:
I will be your Dabo girl!