In the dead of night

The eyes look for things. What is there to be seen doesn’t require the eyes. The classist-me was checking for the light source. The follower-me urged me to get the gravity right. The teacher-me said, these lines make little sense…

Yeh… That’s the idea.

To make you cringe and curse. To make you uncomfortable. To make your meaning-slave mind heat up.

This drawing started during a 3 hour phone call. A very interesting and intense call. The hand moved, the eyes looked. The call stopped abruptly. The hands continued till many hours later.

The classist, the follower, and the teacher visited me many times through the night to make my hand follow the eyes. I stayed up all night to witness the duel. In the dead, I noticed eyes chose to follow the hand…