oh hello stranger , it's been a while , thanks !
love it! love your art!
Gee, i dunno, to conjure up anything innocent about the lady or her outfit takes a bit more of stretch than her pants and corset have in them i fear -- not that i cast the slightest aspersions in my internet. There were a group of notorious highwaymen in this neck of the woods a century and a half ago and that was their secret code phrase. "I am innocent ...." Maybe it is just the setting ... perhaps if I was roused out of my highly therapeutic slumber in the church pews by the sight seen through a half opened eye of the lady stumbling into services as she plowed into the end of a bench with a pounding Saturday night hangover, a joint hung on her whiskey aroma lip, reverence in her black bloodshot eyes, and a psalm in her soul -- maybe the guise would look more like swaddling clothes.