Ink on watercolor paper.
This piece is a companion to a short story I wrote. Basically, it is supposed to convey a sense of loss of who you are. The way it connects to the story centers on Cooley’s “Looking Glass Self.” With no one to reflect our personality back at us through our various interactions we loose sight of who we are. I guess the trite expression would be “Looking in the mirror and not recognizing who you are.” Sometime I might get around to coloring it. Probably not though.