And here's another one, in a bright yellow, casting a contrast with the black shadows and the cool, reserved pose.

It dawns on me, the fascinating truth, that the human brain can process this smattering of simple shapes. That it can take things like this, and create a fairly coherent image, as it abstracts its perception of the picture in moments to find its own patterns, where one can recognize a living being, where one can recognize depth. When the reality is that neither are present.

The mind takes elaborate constructs, and abstracted logic, comparing them, synthesizing them, and translating them into the simplest of thoughts. "He's Hot." He who? there's nobody there. Just a collection of awkward shapes that happen to be arranged as such that our brains cannot help but see the representation of a non-existent character.