As I believe it's apparent that I haven't put pencil to paper in a year, this comes as a shock that, well, something happened.
Not exactly the most normal drawing though. Title is largely what I mean. This wasn't sat down and drawn after though. For lack of a better term, or better explanation, I was compelled to draw this. It was drawn when I was doing other things, and dropped them to grab pencil and paper. It not in my style. It's not an angle I've ever gotten to work before, and after a year's inactivity, I'm a hell of a lot more rusty than to throw something at paper and have it be right first go. As well as that once the face was done, nothing else came. At all. The switch was flipped, I wasn't doing any more, and the shoulders and beginnings of chest are what I tried to get to work before I had to give up as I knew that whatever brought this on, was over.
I don't know. Perhaps just making too much of things. Either way, a spooky drawing to me, that though I think is good and something I never managed, is something that makes me feel odd to look at and will be firmly filed away somewhere were I won't see it again.