Nothing political going on here, no. Just some bits of trash that blew together in the wind and acquired a sort of life. She's on her way somewhere, all dressed up in shreds of plastic and fiber. The rats and bugs give her respect among the crawlies, and she continues the fashionable march of urban elegance.
Black pen ink on sketchbook journal page, 4" x 3 1/2", September 12-14, 2020.
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