My muse often runs amok of my good intentions…case in point:
Hard to explain this… aside from using sharpie pens. My muse thinks she will start with a 'fashion' drawing…then a view of muscles under the skin forms in her mind…then 'exposed' comes to mind, which leads to deception , which eventually leads to 'things that go bump in the night', and 'oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive'. There's sometimes no accounting for my muse's wanderings…
