And now it's time for people to write in and talk about the poor suffering tormented "mental patient" who obviously drew this in his or her agony whilst locked cruelly (and for many a long month, prolly without food or water the entire time) in seclusion, not realizing that we never exactly leave people with a set of paints if they need to be in a seclusion room.
Yea, Lynne...I think it's the dark door in that outter hallway that makes it so eerie...
Yuk, Motts!! It's Birdie EEEWW!!! At least it's not smeared on the wall...
Em . . . . then what about all the white orbs? Are you gonna try to tell us that that's just white paint and not ghostly orbs? And what about the face of that scary godawful looking old crone peeking out at us from the bottom left side of the screen?
Oh. Excuse me. That's just my own reflection in the monitor. 8`-(
garth - the chopped-off hand isn't an issue for you? ;-)
Those are cute little dimpled knees, I must say . . .
Golly, for a period of time (in the olden days before the waters of the Great Flood covered all the earth) all our doll-babies had that horrid thing on the neck to hold the head on. First time us little girls ever had the head of one of our beloved dolls fall off we were more scared about that bizarre protruding neck than the fact that our l'il childrens were decapitated. 8`-)
All right, my little Altarboy/Puiddleboy - you got so excited about confessing that you can't remember your own name! 8`-)
Interesting door fixture. Can't tell from this angle, but it looks more like the ones we used to use on time out room doors than were used on seclusion room doors (due to the contrasting amounts of time someone would be in one).