Julia recognized the man from the pastry shop. His nose was the same, his mouth was the same mouth, the lines on his cheeks and around his eyes were the same. She moved closer to him, he spoke with a different tone, more nasal, and he appeared thinner. She whispered something in Gaia’s ears. Gaia walked to the man.
Did we meet before?
I don’t think so, the man said, my name is Sealey. What’s yours?
I am Gaia. I thought I saw you a few days ago, in the pastry shop.
No, it was not me.
Do you have a brother?
I do not.
Then it must be you.
helobiae 
I neither have a brother
It can have been me 🙂
What a great drawing!
Thank you!
Let me tell you that I paint and draw – sometimes quite good in fact. I know for sure when something is “good”, as what is good is alive and generous.
What is amazes me in your drawings is that your line just pours forward effortlessly and seamlessly. Your sense of detail is breathtaking, yet always relating to the whole. Damn it, what an amazing playful and
life-giving order you manage to create.
Who are you really?
Where on earth did you learn to “see” and draw like this?
very intriguing concept for a blog. Well done !
Thanks for the like! Cool weird blog ya got here, or is it weird cool blog? Really enjoy the style. Cheers!
very nice blog. Who would have thought to use line drawings…. excellent illustrations.