I didn’t plan this drawing.I just started with a shape, then a face, then a window — and suddenly I was building a room that didn’t feel empty. A figure appeared, and the floor started watching them.Someone had been crying. Maybe the watcher, maybe someone off the page. I’m not sure. This is one of those pieces where I don’t know what it means yet.But it feels finished. And it feels true. It’s called Watcher in the Room. It’s in my shop now. Continue reading A Room That Watches Back