I Don't Trust Mirrors

i love love LOVE the pose of the one on the ground. there's siomething about that limp arm propped up in the air with the angular fingers theat reaally appeals to me; plus, it's mighty unusual to see someone draw a corpse in that position. the fact they're facing away from up draws interessting parralles to the tital and the theam of identity that's so predominant in this peice. she-of-the-fat-knife clearly has some identity issuse from the way that she looks so gleefull at obliterating this doople ganger. the fact that the victim's back's the only thing we can see is avery effective way to show that she's been iced, prehapse more so that the clot of blood soaking through the shirt.

i must say, good clothes cho=ice. the socks and shirt really make it clear thawt these two are one and the same. they way you've darkened out the eyes on trhe more alive of the tworeally amplifies the manic grin thats slapped all over their face. the only thing i would say is that, in terms of anatomy, methinks her arms are a tad too long.