Noses
I was working at the ol’ factory when the acrid stench of smoke came wafting on the breeze. Congested with fear, I lost my senses and ran and found comfort in drawing noses.
All drawn digitally. More found at all_nosing
I was working at the ol’ factory when the acrid stench of smoke came wafting on the breeze. Congested with fear, I lost my senses and ran and found comfort in drawing noses.
All drawn digitally. More found at all_nosing