May 5, 2019
Upon a willow of a whisper did a holler summon a call; a cause of something unknown. Unkind did rewind upon an acre of omniscient awning hymns disguised as men: So low their souls hung and so lower did they rule and so yonder will they flee. Blah blah words, blah blah thoughts: here’s a buncha random sketches without much thought. Thank you, very cool. #Dope #Art #CoreyGDoe #CJG #Lines #FreeHand #Abstract #Create #ArtTherapy #ExpressionlessFall https://www.instagram.com/p/BxF0W6KHcFB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12j8z4ovg4exo