I'm not sure, really, when and where inspiration strikes. The other night I was paging through an old sketchbook, looking at seeds of ideas for Halloween images, fairy tales, and more, when I found a written line (not terribly common for me), which read, "Giraffe with a nest on his head."
It could happen, you know, as the giraffe is up so high in the trees as he searches for a snack among the leaves. As I sketched it out, I realized the giraffe was happy to have that nest there, because it was the home of this little bird. You see, they are fast friends. Drawing this picture made me as happy as the giraffe seems to be.
Considering that my hair sometimes resembles a nest, and that once a bird actually tried to get some of the hair from my head for a nest, I empathize with the giraffe a bit, too.
It could happen, you know, as the giraffe is up so high in the trees as he searches for a snack among the leaves. As I sketched it out, I realized the giraffe was happy to have that nest there, because it was the home of this little bird. You see, they are fast friends. Drawing this picture made me as happy as the giraffe seems to be.
Considering that my hair sometimes resembles a nest, and that once a bird actually tried to get some of the hair from my head for a nest, I empathize with the giraffe a bit, too.
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