Illustration Friday: Homage

Illustration Friday: Homage

An homage to something or other.

HomageThis is my answer to Illustration Friday’s (IF website) assignment to illustrate “Homage”. With three cuts from way nifty Briar Press.

Comments

Anonymous said…
An homage to birds and the moon perhaps? Either way, I like it!
April 03, 2008
P.L. Frederick said…
Thanks, Lukas! =)
April 03, 2008
melanie linder said…
thanks for your comment! hey, is that true about ducks and no echoes!? fascinating! best to you, melanie
April 04, 2008
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