Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Whenever I see your smiling face...

The first draft of this image had the wooden cuckoo sweetly in love with the moon on a neighboring clock's dial. In his downtime, and there must be plenty of it, he lyrically wrote love poems. But if he's truly cuckoo, and with a vast knowledge ticking devices' interiors, building bombs seemed so much more interesting. I may change it yet again.

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