One solitary tear crept through the scars of his face, through the diagrams of constellations and the incised maps of influence and dominion. A liquid without a name, it being made of so many emotions and conflicts, each cancelling the other out until only salt and gravity filled the moment and moved down through his expression.”
― Brian Catling
Hand drawn digital illustration, incorporating digital mixed media .
7800 x 7800 px / 350 dpi.
