The spectacular Mr. Chimichanga.
Eleventy-billion.
When I was a lad, a strange man that smelt of feet approached me with a gun in his hand and demanded that I draw him a smiley face under threat of death through bullet wounds. Having no paper or writing utensils on hand, I drew it in the snow with a nearby pickle. Satisfied, the gentleman merely placed me in a sack and beat me with a fish, allowing me to leave when he grew bored, which, incidentally, took hours. I've been drawing ever since...
My middle one.
Transvestites
Bald.
Diagonally... Pretty sneaky, sis (Connect Four commercial reference).
Dunno, better ask the guy who drew my mug and profile shots based on that witness's description.
You. Turn around so that I can see your face better. It's hard drawing you from the back.
Things that are invisible to the human eye.
Well I'm not a digital construct and I'm far from traditional in terms of pretty much anything, so I must be a tomato.
Indonesia.
Before I can begin, I have to visualize myself as the paper, which means I have to understand the paper, which means that I must act as the paper, so I lay flat on my desk until something comes to me. This is probably why I draw either the ceiling or the wooden texture of my desk most of the time.
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Two-Thousand years for each individual line drawn.
I make up my own as I sketch. I got one that's about a small town girl livin' in a lonely world. She ends up taking the midnight train going anywheeeeeeeeeerrrrrreeeeeeeeeee.........
How long were all three of Peter Jackson's extended "The Lord of the Rings" movies combined with time for several trailers, commercial interruptions and directors commentary?
Unsuspecting people, buckets of paint, rope, a pendulum device and a wall to slam them all into.
Your call is important to us. Please continue to hold. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. There are -8- callers ahead of you. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
I really like the one that my barber gave to me last week. It's just so darn light and comfortable, yet it still flows in the breeze of a midsummer day.
A master of the arts of seduction and interpretative dance... What, I have dreams too, ya know!
Thank you. Now please fill in the next columns by writing the names of the artists that match the criterea. Artists tagged can fill this baton if they want...
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