Sketch 01

I remember years ago, bringing my sketch books out to Goth clubs and sketching in the black lights. Watching the dancers and the interactions between people gave me a rush. Don’t rush to judge, I got out on the floor quite allot in those times however the overall energy of the place could be absorbed with a simple smell, a whiff of cigarettes, black ice and a cock-tale of sweat, booze and cheap perfumes.

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