(ink, pencil, digital)
If only we could predict when we’re all going to crash and burn. That way we could stain the world with the footprint we choose to leave behind.
I decided to revise this old drawing and give it a bit more detail. I made this after seeing a mosquito that had been freshly smeared across a white wall. A complete track detailing it’s time of death. The exact spot it was hit and then the spot that it was left to die. We all despise being bitten, me included, but I guess seeing this made me see it differently. I felt bad, I saw it as a life ended as opposed to a pest I wanted to get rid of. Was the blood on the wall mine? Was it the blood of multiple people? Where did the mosquito come from and how long was it alive? I had questions about when it was alive, because I knew how it died.
Forrest Russell –@illustratedconnection.com