"I was raised by the Convent of the Smiling Sisters. Everyone was. They are our caretakers and teachers. Our friends, protectors and Jailers. They rock us to sleep at night. When we've been bad, they will come and steal us from the cot. That is when we pray to them that we may never be bad enough for that to happen to us."
I quite honestly have no idea where she came from… one morning upon waking up, this female springs from a pencil swinging randomly over paper, wearing a trench-coat and slinging a pair of futuristic guns. For some reason, she falls straight into the world after the break, making me want to explore that in more detail… let see where (and if) it goes with this.
Today is easter egg day, hence these pictures of a visit to the Neues Museum, freshly and elegantly restored from its dilapidated state into a most enjoyable exhibition of most of pre-modern history.
Finally, we unearthed the crystal skull! An interesting perspective on paleontological bugs… Greeks, Romans and a reminder of mediæval pits My favourite pictures were taken through the blinds, which provided opportunities for pixel photography. A return to reality and the 9122nd sunset of my life. I liked that one.