He, or it, is watching you. Watching from the depths of the ocean where he can grow to great size. Our world is as alien to it as it is to us. Imagine the intolerable light and searing blue of the upper ocean. Flee, unfold those fins and return to the land of darkness and floating feasts of fermentation. A crusty crustacean returns to a welcome home.
Black ink on sketchbook journal page, 3 1/2" x 6 1/2", September 2020.
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