In art class I was tasked with the challenge to make a surreal piece using one single ink pen. I wasn't able to actually finish the pen but I like how it turned out. The bundle of fabric near the pen is actually a bundle of ginko leaves. They give me so many fond memories. Memories that always seem to fade so much after the passage of time. Like ribbons you can barely grasp, all burning away. That's why I draw, because art is great like that, being a diary nobody else can read... Unless there's a description.
