papernoise blackbook

I made a really weird dream, so weird I had to draw it. There were these laidies, really tall ladies, dressed with long black coats. And when they opened their coats tentacles would come out and drag you into the black space they were hiding inside.

My desk in the old flat. Before I got me a real computer.

I tried several times to portrait my brother Andreas. Unfortunately I never really succeeded. What is it that makes people we know really well so hard to portrait?