One of a series of line drawings I did exploring the use of subconscious lines. Each piece in the series was with a different colour and black and flowed together to create depth and movement without overcomplicating the process by having an intention for the direction. Each piece draws heavily on geometric stylisation and generally a distinguishable face appeared through the line work, representing my inability to escape the human form.

This one had a poem that went with it.

blades of shue
they're nothing new.
the shades have been open
the light coming through.
through the breadbasket, and out the back door.
left with enough, but left with less than before.
Before or after, yours or mine,
Fuck it who, cares, you can't buy time