I don’t know sometimes if this man that appears in my drawing is a hermit or homeless. but he travels to places in my mind that are lurking deep in my subconscious.
This is the image of the hermit reaching for the moon. There is something very satisfying about drawing this, because i know i have always wanted to touch the moon, to hold it in my hands, to rest my face against it.
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