Baby, It's Cold Outside
But I came home to an envelope with these beauties inside.
Please, meet Kisane and Anais ... two pretty products of the mind and copic pen of Janey.
I don't know why, but I think Flemish peasant girls when I see these. Maybe the headdresses?
And I also know that I fall back into strange torpor when I'm paging through the work of Janey's Journey (see bloglink at right). As if I were luxuriating in a warmer place.
Maybe it's the hot colors, maybe it's her subject matter -- something deeply female about everything she does. I like it a lot.
Thank you, Janey.