There once was an actor called Bela
A frankly quite sinister feller
I'd not be surprised
To learn he resides
In a coffin he kept in his cellar
At work today I have two classes currently writing their own gothic horror stories as an end of unit assessment. So old red eyes seemed an obvious choice. I think I've made his face too long - to me he seems to have more than a touch of the John Travoltas with a dash of Prince Charles thrown in.
Experiences of an urban sketcher based in South Wales - does exactly what it says on the tin. All images in this blog are copyright, and may not be used or reproduced without my permission. If you'd like an original, a print, or to use them in some other fashion, then email me at londinius@yahoo.co.uk.
Tuesday, 22 May 2018
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