Ended up folding that hand.
Airport Terminal.
Airport Terminal.
Didn’t know who this was when I was drawing him, but the more I filled in the lines, reminded me a bit of a childhood friend. He died when we were in high school.
He came to me in a dream a few months ago. He hadn’t aged a day, and couldn’t understand why I looked older. It was night and we were standing up to our knees in black water. He asked me why I wasn’t at his funeral. I told him, I didn’t want to see him in a casket.
Can’t remember the rest.
Pause and slow motion.
