The Cheek, 2016

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"Every morning, as the sun begins to sparkle on the dew, I see her in the distance hopping high hops with her feathery fur flopping up and down. She bites this and licks that and when she reaches me she always bites a chunk off my cheek. It does grow back but the cheek of doing that!"

 The Cheek, 2016

Pen & pencil on 200gsm paper.

15cm x 18cm