Bewitched

Not much worth blipping today so here is the portrait I drew on Saturday. Emma Watson is surely one of Britain's greatest treasures. I doubt I'm alone in feeling that she is almost like a surrogate daughter, especially having watched her grow so publicly from a child actor into a confident, mature and self-respecting young lady. I'm sure this starlet will not make a spectacle of herself on a pole.

Tomorrow, Splintered October: Images From A Broken Mind commences. I'm ready!