This mouth can’t speak.
If it does he will crunch the beauty inside.
This ear can’t hear.
If it does he will swallow the beauty outside.
This head can’t think.
And I can’t write.
To end my holidays’ sketching serie, here is what happen when I really don’t know where I’m going. I know this is weird but it was fun to do and I like weird stuff so I’m happy. Special thanks to my mother to show me her ear as I always forget how it’s shaped (don’t worry mum your ears look much better).