Ford Mustang Pencil Drawing

In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer’s eyes
On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
Lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by

And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye

Your breath hot upon my cheek, and we crossed, that line
You made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time
Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by

And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye

—– from “Late Goodbye” by Poets of The Fall

Ford Mustang has always been an object of my affection, a love affair. The curves, the shear beauty and the smooth blends of this feminine beauty as mixed with masculine power house are unmatched. This car is poetry, a poem written in pleasure and dignity and so I felt while drawing her. This drawing wasnt meant to be a polished one, in fact i wanted it to come out as a leaflet or something, i wanted it to have a pencil feel to it. It has a retro feel to it, reminiscent of the good ol’ golden years.

Dedicated to me ladi Perfect-Defect. Itz just a homage from dah brute, barbarian of dah mountains. Well Dani and me are once again long conversationalists, who can talk without a point. But mostly we imagine ourselves to be some strange characters. Dani is supposed to be the etiquette defined Queen of highlands, and im supposed to be the beastie brute Barbarian with a lil concern for the manners, and so most of our conversations are filled with the strange interactions of the two. Need I say that I enjoy them

AFTERTHOUGHT: Its not the software that renders it, its your eye that accepts it.