Following on from the last post, here’s me again looking left, right, angry, sad, confused and more, all with the swoosh of a single line. I like it in an abstract-cartoon kinda way. Think of it as a game of tic-tac-toe with just the noughts. Only the noughts are intelligent. Or something.
Or think of it as me deconstructed even more, where simple emotions are conveyed with nothing more than the movement of black-slash shades.
Perhaps that what we all are – nothing more than simple emotions represented on our faces as a movement of lines and facial ticks, the entire of human experience broken down into one or two distorted pen strokes on a page of flesh.
Maybe we are what we display.
I think I think too much.