My daughter asked me about my ugly, unpolished sketch, and what it means.
Is it a mouth swallowing tornados?
Or is it tornados traveling from her opening?
The truth is I don't know, I felt troubled and heavy that night, I worked hard to push the storms outside my soul, through sketching that image, and ai struggled hard to be in good shape.
My daughter asked me about my ugly unpolished sketch. I had no clear answer.
It is a state of mind, and I was determined not to release my freaks on a paper, they were so weird.