Tiffany knew that Mikey was playing her for a fool, stepping out with that jezebel from down the hall at number 3. She knew she should tell that lying, cheating scum that she was done with him – give him back his dime store ring and catch the first bus back to Virginia.
Of course, she couldn’t.
She was a slave to her heart… her careless, careless heart.
Inspiration for this piece
Well, I got sick and tired of working with models who turned up late (if they turned up at all), who couldn’t follow direction worth a damn, and demanded a private change room with a bowl full of M&M’s – but only red ones mind!! So I figured I would find me some models who were always available, any time of the day or night, who were never precious and cost me peanuts!
Ok… so the above is a total lie ;)
I recently saw the work of this fabulous artist who cuts out images from book covers and then carefully folds them to create 3D dioramas and just knew I had to try it for myself. Now I am addicted! What a wonderful way to tell a story….
If anyone has any pulp fiction novels from the 1940’s to 1960 just collecting dust, or hidden away in a box being chewed on by rats, that you wouldn’t mind parting with PLEASE contact me.