exquisite corpse

This was my least favorite assignment so far. It was a bit boring.
This is my friend Frederic. Frederic was born on a plane in the hours of the day lost between time zones. A solid foundation of cabbage and acute hearing has taken him far in life. He works as a curator of garden art and has organized shows at some of the fanciest gardens in the world.

My composite person, Sigrid, is flickery. Never quite here nor there. Possibly due to the fact that they were created in a nonexistent time between other times. The interstitial. Sigrid's head used to be a garden art curator. They still enjoy a good bit of that now and again, but their heart isn't really in it anymore. Their heart came from someone so sad they melted into a puddle of cotton on the sidewalk. Not sure how they managed to get that sweatshirt back on. Anyway, at least their legs reflect the best.

Here are the other drawings used done by Yiqing Zhou and Aamina Palmer: