Yesterday I was tidying up. As I lifted a pad of bristol, a half-sheet fell out, and this image was on it. Charcoal smears, with a faint but delineated pencil border (crop lines, obviously). I don't recall what its original intent was— perhaps a layer to be added to some digitally-finished illustration. It struck me at the moment, though, as… Continue reading Reflexions
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 