Ever since Swan Ronson, I keep getting this weird urge to just put human hair on theme-appropriate animals.
Amazing
"Language is my mother, my father, my husband my, brother, my sister, my whore, my mistress, my wife, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen- up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a fresh apple, it’s the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning sunlight as you pluck from an old bookshelf a forgotten volume of erotic memoirs; language is the creak on the stair, a spluttering match held to a frosted pane, it’s a half-remembered childhood birthday party, the warm wet, trusting touch of a leaking nappy, the hulk of a charred Panzer, the underside of a granite boulder, the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl, it’s cobwebs long since overrun by an old Wellington boot."
My name is Maria.
I am also @Twistedlilkitty on Twitter.
I am 30, I live in Ireland, I work as a scientist, I do stand up comedy and I draw.
I’ve drawn for nearly all of my life and only recently did I take it up again and these doodles are the result of that. I realised that I spent a lot…
