Agreements, Sacrifices, and compromises; and the misfired kisses.

While this drawing took a few days to finish, the pipelines of the mind passed a tank load of whatnot. So, the drawing too turned out to be different from the original intention. It’s been happening repeatedly now. The new strokes and shades appear from nowhere and start playing on the paper with the old ones. I am not a big fan of order anyway. I prefer dancing with chaos any day. She’s amazingly more fun; no doubt.
During some part of this journey, I was thinking of Sacrifice and Compromise. I kept scribbling and kept thinking. Instances of me colluding with these two played in front of my eyes. I started wondering how lame such polygamous times were. Every time I chose one of these two, I was cheating myself. I settled for less and less. All the kisses which I missed and all those which I sank into, for the agreements made under the influence of compromising and sacrificing, flashed; and the pencil slid across the paper.

By the time the drawing got over, I looked another me.

Manas Arvind
| 14|06|2020 |
Pencil on paper
8.25×11.75