Repeated viewings of the golden (and in my opinion, the only) seasons of The Simpsons have convinced me that my problem is that on the outside I more or less resemble Betty Boop. On the inside? I’m Homer Simpson.
Possibly one of the top Witch-feminist-Toriphile-Silent-film-enthusiast-John Waters-worshiping-June-jazzing-glamourbombing-artists in the charmless city outside Charm City! My art can be found here, on Facebook here, and on Flickr here.