I came across these pictures when I was thinking what to write about next.
The top picture I drew a few months back, after finding an old calendar in my flatmates spare room.
The bottom two are in a journal from my stint at art school (which is a couple of years ago now) where I probably spent more time filling the pages of this A4 hardback than actually attending lessons.
There's something magical in Alphonse Mucha's paintings that captures my imagination, something distinctly beautiful and almost melancholy that draws me in, wanting to ask why they never smile?
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