No, I don’t know what’s going on with her hair, so stop asking! When I drew this I was trying to let my mind wander. Apparently it wandered back to the hairstyles of the sixties… or whatever my subconscious seems to think that looks like. By the time my mind came back to the drawing board there was no room left for other aspects that should go into a drawing… like arms, or a body or a personality of any type. So in the end, I decide to slap on some blue, and spackle some white, and go a little mindless with the painting as well. Fun – but I’m certain I was supposed to be doing something more productive instead.