Esk. It had to be done. It was Halloween, and there were so many cheesy pictures of warty witches with broomsticks, and kids wearing pumpkins, that I thought "lets throw a real one in and see how many of them survive...". The thought of Esk ever wearing that hat by choice is too funny to me. I got away with it this time, but she'll probably hurt me if I do it again.
Watercolors, inks, october 2003.