Frank Fradella
General Sketchfoolery
The Tangle (after Falero)
She floats in the half-light of the sun, filtered through the waves. Around her, tall columns of seaweed provide a playground. Her hair is never straight, never combed, always a tangle.
She floats in the half-light of the sun, filtered through the waves. Around her, tall columns of seaweed provide a playground. Her hair is never straight, never combed, always a tangle.