And now for something completely different.
A quiet hotel room, two in the morning, 30 meters off the ground, in Seattle.
I did my best to keep an implication of a room, sketched through simple shapes in a void, but to put forth the glowing scenery outside.
I hope others will join me in posting their own works daily.
Enjoy. Catch a show at the Doug Fir. Get yourself over to Powell’s Books. Find a local bar that doubles as a strip club (I find it wild that nobody bats an eye about it there). And don’t get shivved by a meth head downtown.
I should clarify. I live here.
Also in re Powells:
Love that place.