Sometimes I take an hour or so to sift through old sketchbooks and recount drawings that were vital to my growth as an artist. There are certain images I cannot get out of my head, no matter how flawed my representation of them are. It is irritating that most of the time I cannot even pinpoint the reason why the image is so important. It is the mystery, I think, the question that keeps bringing me back; it is the desire to pull back the shroud and peer into the secret.
Shroud
Ink and graphite on paper
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