done with blowing on the ink to leave trails, string for the stuff on the right and the line, thumbprints for the dots, compass, and the texture was one line at a time with a small ink nib and same for the grid
done with blowing on the ink to leave trails, string for the stuff on the right and the line, thumbprints for the dots, compass, and the texture was one line at a time with a small ink nib and same for the grid
idk if there's etiquette for art interpretation but i'm high as shit and feeling happy. been fixated on this for a minute cuz my brain is weird lol
It looks like an inevitable force of nature collecting reality into a confined sphere. Everything we hold dear is being swallowed whole piece by piece. Reality is broken, distorted and defeated. It's all being crushed and broken within the sphere's inevitability.
There's more to it than that. Hope will fight, kick, scream, bite and claw its way out. It will crack the outer layer of this daunting shell. It bursts free with elation and begins to pull everything out with all its might. Hope cannot face the new emptiness without everything that it loves.