Getting the Kinks Out.

I met her in a club down in old Soho where you drink champagne and it tastes like cherry-cola ... c-o-l-a cola.

Oh, for pete's sake, not The Kinks (although I am going to queue up that song in iTunes now), the kinks. You know, as in a flaw or imperfection likely to hinder the success of something.

The idea for a series of flower illustrations with quotes has been percolating for awhile. Now it's time to see if I can get what's been hanging out in my mind down on paper.

Next Step: Adding color.