So what do you get for crossing an insane 15-almost-16-year-old with a pencil, paper, wacky ideas, a computer and color programs? VOILA! I don't know. I was trying to draw a profile, and I got stuck on the eye. In a weird, sci-fi, twisted, could-only-come-from-Sarah's-messy-mind way, it's oddly suiting. Very hard to explain what traveled through my head at the time. I guess it resembled a gypsy wagon with lilac bat wings and sparkling toe-nail-polished-colored wood. Never go into my mind. It's twisted and oddly mortifying. Mechanical pencils, blending stump, and Twisted Brush.