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.