I drew it on an app with my pointer finger. Its a post-post-modern piece. If you are paying attention, you might note that there is an altogether passionate sort of violence imbedded in the line work. The form is raw and minimalistic in order to reflect the spirit of the modern American man, who, in his efforts to expand outwards in all directions at once, lays waste to his own sense of individualistic specificity.
It is a story of death. It is a story of rebirth.
I call it, the sump; a miscarriage of self.
