David W. Tripp
Alice Paragraph 133
2011
Pen, Pencil on Bristol Board and Digital.


Paragraph 133:
‘Come, my head’s free at last!’ said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her.
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