Stop Dust

 

Skidding to a stop. 

Dust Wells. 

Edge of existence right before his eyes. 

DON'T FALL INTO THE PURPLE!!!

  

And now to speak of it from an artistic perspective. This is of a style that seems familiar to me, though I can't place the name. I had thought it was Matte, but that is not right. The bits of black stroked through it help to define outlines without being obtuse or out of place, aside from a few small places, like the tip of the comb. It gives a clear impression of what it is, though the 'dust' isn't formed in a regular manner and seems out of place with the rest of the piece. The endless void feels as if it should mean something, but its meaning is unclear.