I cannot explain. I do not know why I keep drawing this face. The first drawing was a doodle while talking on the phone, the next few I drew while thinking… I start with a line..and then it ends up as a face…as this face… Looking back now I see this face throughout my sketchbook, on a tissue box, scrap pieces of paper…It scared me. Someone part of my subconscious? I don't know. A mix of many people in one? so surreal...“The final mystery is oneself.”
-Oscar Wilde
Spooky! Maybe it's someone you are going to meet!
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