The Phantom Inker

I woke up this morning with the image in my head of a pretty centauress with long, straight, jet-black hair, no bangs, just long, fine, straight black hair. I started doodling, and before I knew it, I had this girl — whom I'm naming Celeste.

She's out with her iPod to get some exercise in Central Park. She was singing along with the music, and when you heard her, you peered over the edge of the bridge, and she looked up at you as she passed by and smiled.

Ain't that a sweet notion? This was, oh, about two hours of doodling in CorelDRAW with a mouse, as usual.