I once knew a girl with nice hair. It was silky, golden, and shining. I remember when she put it in a bun, or braided it, or tied it into a pony tail. I remember how it always smelled good. I remember its curls, the perfect contrast. But now that she’s gone, all I can do is draw that hair, as good as I can. So here it is, a trial. A faded memory.
personal art work, hope you like it.