Erica in pink

Sometimes I get the urge to draw fashionable girls. I would wear this, except it would take a miracle to get me to tuck my shirt in.

Her name is Erica. This might be a wig, but I don't feel like she'd have any special reason not to dye her hair. Erica was working at the Wetzel's Pretzels in the mall when Jenny met her and gave her her phone number. Erica was too shy to call, but Jenny kept showing up, so charmed by Erica's lousy posture and sleepy-eyed smile, and eventually she gave in. They would hang out together, make out on the beach, concealed by a giant umbrella. Erica liked best to do lazy things; stay at home and read, watch crap telly, roll around in the grass at the park. The one thing she was really passionate about was taking photos with a small collection of old film cameras she inherited from her dad. Somewhere there are two or three albums of photos of Jenny being lazy and frequently naked. Erica holds the distinction of never having made Jenny angry for any reason.

I'm not sure where Erica is on Jenny's timeline, but probably between Lucas and Cheval. In her west coast era.


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materials: ink, paper + PS8
music: The Primitives, "Crash"
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