“Oh Rascal Children of Gaza,” by Palestinian poet, Khaled Juma, 2014
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timmy's adventures with batbear and robunny!
alt/closeup + style tests:
the original concepts that i ended up completely abandoning lmao:
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Natalie Babbitt, from Tuck Everlasting
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Which book will they pick, and what story will it hold?
Prints
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Adrienne Rich, from Poems; “The Burning of Paper Instead of Children,”
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Wisława Szymborska, from “Children of Our Age”, View with a Grain of Sand (trans. Stanisław Barańczak & Clare Cavanagh)
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Just revamped this Golden Compass illustration I did about two years ago, and wanted to post since I’m kind of in a winter mood! hand drawn typography by yours truly :P
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I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.
Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
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Poison often had no taste at all, so no matter how finely honed your palate, your taste buds weren’t going to save your life.
Yōko Tawada, The Last Children of Tokyo
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I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.
Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
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I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.
Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
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I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.
Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
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