White lotus
The series, not the flower.
Like a tacky birthday card, I open to this page in my notebook and the disconcerting music from the series credits start rolling.
Billy buttons
My mother agreed to buy me the hat.
It was neon pink and yellow and violet. The brand was Cheetah and I thought it would make me it and a bit.
Black-eyed Susan
But make the petals orange.
A surprise, really, because I have a love/hate relationship with the colour.
Taking pictures
I know nothing about photography.
This is me attempting to use natural light and a reflector on my sketchbook. Pepe Tomate is cramping my style.