Pulled hands.

For the first time in, well, ever, my hands felt compelled to illustrate without words.

Just what exactly I was attempting to draw isn’t clear, but it felt good to try and I experienced a completely tranquil hour mentally that just blew by.

I believe this is the visual representation of my “man in the river” narrative, but it took turns I hadn’t expected. The hands were compelled to different spaces and I employed the use of geometry to fill out a good deal of my canvas, in this case, a scrap piece of 3/4″ plywood. I had a Sharpie nearby so that’s what I used to draw it.

It appears as though the man’s mind is a chaotic spiral, but there is some semblance of order within. It is in these moments of order that images like this fall out of me in whatever form is handy.

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