There was only a vague image in my head for this piece— armor lit by fire, shadows rising like smoke. I kept second-guessing the lines. I’d draw a shape, pause, stare at it too long, then add something that made it even harder to make sense of.

It looks messy. It is messy.

But there’s something in it that makes me stop and stare again. If you look closely at a corner — just a random patch — you’ll find these tiny scribbles that don’t really go anywhere. They don’t mean anything, but they still hold some strange detail. I didn’t plan it, but I didn’t stop it either.

The confusion spills onto the page. But I like how it feels — intricate but unsure. Like something trying to take shape but refusing to settle.

That feels honest enough for now.