Thursday, 23 May 2013

Hang on

I used to think that we are all individual stars shinning against the black canvas waiting to burn out and fall. But that was a wishful thought thinking that stars represent itself as a whole. 
The more I look at it, the more I feel that the stars are parts of me. It's like you are being scattered all over the black canvas, waiting for the self to retrive the pieces back.

Hang on
Pencil, ink, digital
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