I am re-writing a story I wrote in college about socks that go to a convention every month or so, and along the way they get washed down drains, stuck on branches, carried off by dogs, etc. Hence why you sometimes loose a sock or two. The original story was from the boy's perspective. The new story will be from the sock's perspective because it's more fun that way. Here is the first of three spreads I am doing for my book dummy package!
I'm trying this new technique where I combine my old style, and the vibrational patterning I've been painting on things. It's to allude to the fact that this sock story is a dream...or is it? Feedback always appreciated <3 p="">
Here's the original:
