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I saw him when I blinked on the bus one morning.
He consumed my thoughts until I could work on the drawing, and continued to even then.

I was really happy with how this turned out; I've never tried this type of view before, or position.
Not sure about the category...

Incidentally, drawn around Valentine's Day. Not intended.

I wrote as best I could what I saw when I blinked; I couldn't start the drawing on the bus. Way too bumpy. -

'unsure if it's ribbons or entrails... holding him up

I saw him hanging there, body torn open and bright red strings suspending him from the ceiling. He was limp; dead. His head was tilted back, his mouth lolling open; like his last cry of what must have been extreme pain. His eyes must have been torn out, too; or rather, there were no eyes. Not even any tendons or nerve cords left.
As he hung there, I felt some pity towards him. Why was he strung there like a tangled, forgotten marionette?
Then, he lifted his dark, empty head slowly, and smiled at me.'

Description
I saw him when I blinked on the bus one morning.
He consumed my thoughts until I could work on the drawing, and continued to even then.

I was really happy with how this turned out; I've never tried this type of view before, or position.
Not sure about the category...

Incidentally, drawn around Valentine's Day. Not intended.

I wrote as best I could what I saw when I blinked; I couldn't start the drawing on the bus. Way too bumpy. -

'unsure if it's ribbons or entrails... holding him up

I saw him hanging there, body torn open and bright red strings suspending him from the ceiling. He was limp; dead. His head was tilted back, his mouth lolling open; like his last cry of what must have been extreme pain. His eyes must have been torn out, too; or rather, there were no eyes. Not even any tendons or nerve cords left.
As he hung there, I felt some pity towards him. Why was he strung there like a tangled, forgotten marionette?
Then, he lifted his dark, empty head slowly, and smiled at me.'