Before emerging from my white trash cocoon, I aspired to create van art. Not that Monster Garage crap but conceptual, sensitive storyboards resplendent with mythical beings in pointy hats and billowy cloaks that cleverly hid their difficult-to-draw hands and feet. I envied the artistic genius who airbrushed the Silver Ghost, the coolest ride in the trailer park. Here, a big-busted warrior-woman in a diaphanous, nippley sheaf stared into the distance. She was flanked by a pair of wolves, rendered tame by the sheer depth of her beauty and wisdom. She was Gandalf’s trophy wife and I wanted to draw her.
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