This is just a scrapbook for all the unfinished/rough art. For the good stuff, visit kishoremohan.blogspot.com
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Sweet child O' mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder And the rain To quietly pass me by
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She's got a smile it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything Was as fresh as the bright blue sky Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I'd stare too long I'd probably break down and cry
She's got a smile it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything Was as fresh as the bright blue sky Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I'd stare too long I'd probably break down and cry
She's got a smile it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything Was as fresh as the bright blue sky Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I'd stare too long I'd probably break down and cry
This purpose of this blog is to showcase my rough sketches and doodles done during warm-up hours and also during the weekly quick-sketching sessions conducted by the Libera Artisti.
"Despite being warned repeatedly against staying lost in day-dreams, Kishore Mohan continued to dream on and make up stories. Today he earns a living as a storyteller. His body of work includes hundreds of comic strips in the New Indian Express, and several comics and graphic novels. He has also directed animated segments in the movies Gangster, and OK Kanmani. He is an introverted cavemen who can pass himself off as quite the people person when forced out of his cave" - As seen on the back blurb of Autopilot - A Traffic Novel
3 comments:
She's got a smile it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry
She's got a smile it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry
She's got a smile it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry
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