November drawing
It's November 2019. It's windless and the cold fog provides a mystical view of the pasture where I'm still. The little water droplets are all happily in the air and watch me stare in the nowhere with a pointless gaze. “What is he looking at anyway?” you hear them thinking.
Well, what's he looking at on that fresh November morning??
This is the big question in my own work, where it was about drawing an eye. Eventually it became a drawing with a question. Funny, since I don't know what she's looking at myself. I know it was cold.
What do you think?? Mystical, too vague or..?
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